Damian Wayne Middle Name Novels & Stories

Wearing a tiny hat. "Have you thought about names" a nurse asked. Damian and I looked at each other. We had talked about names months ago. Before everything fell apart. Before Karen tried to kill us. "Ethan" I said without thinking. Damian's face fell. "You want to name him after that photographer" "No" I said quickly. "I meant......I don't know what I meant. I'm exhausted" "We talked about Nathan" Damian said. "Remember. Nathan Alexander Roberts"

Once the cheers had quieted down, he took out a small loudspeaker device in his hand to announce the name of his daughter's son today. "You stand here, Almandine, after hundreds of full moons, awaiting the arrival of the new heir who will lead the future of the Duchy and the Pack. You stand here, Almandine, to see the new Alpha who will stand before you to protect and lead you... for thousands of full moons to come." "We introduce to you, our son and daughter..." "...Damian Almandine and Niamh Almandine." Damian Almandine. When thinking of a name for his son, Liam wanted to give the same meaning as Harriet's name. Damian was chosen because the meaning of the name was 'Ruler', similar to the

“Although, I think Tatiana is too badass of a name for someone like you.” “Oh?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “And I’m not badass enough for the name?” Damien laughed an open, carefree laugh, captivating me once again. “I’m sure you are,” he told me. “But you’re also gentle and kind and a hopeless romantic. If I had to pick a name, then I’d say Tia sounds better than Tatiana.” “Oh!”

Damian scoffed a wide smile visible on his face he loved the insult I threw his way the rumours were true this man was sick as well as unstable it was hard to rile him up. "I thought my relationship life was a secret. You actually hurt me by pointing that out," he replied. "I mean what's not to love about Damian Russo?" Damian bragged. "Those ladies are missing. Do you think you can give me some relationship advice, since you are getting married to that beautiful lady? What's her name again?" Damian scratched his slightly tousled hair, then snapped his fingers as it he had a eureka moment. "Mia Moretti. Beautiful name for a lovely lady."

"But who's Damian?" He met my gaze, his expression steady. "I am." “Wait, what? You’re Damian?” He nodded slowly. "But how do you fit into all of this?" I asked. And why didn’t he tell me who he was right away? He looked at the door and then returned his gaze to me. "Your mother was Evangeline Dominguez, and your father was Alphonso Georgino. Their love was forbidden. Although they were from rival families, they chose to see beyond their differences.”

Lyriel listened curiously. "The letter 'D'," he began, "stands for my name...Damien. The part of me that built this company from the ground up, through trial, failure, and faith." He paused, his gaze drifting toward Lyriel. "And the letter 'L'… belongs to someone who gave me strength when I had none. The woman who reminded me that light still exists even when everything turns dark." The room was silent. He smiled faintly. "Her name is Lyriel."

It took me a second before I remembered that I actually gave a strange man my number earlier. “Damon?” I asked slowly. I couldn’t really remember his name because I had a lot of things going through my head at that point when he took my number. He chuckled lightly. “Damien. Damien Cross.” He corrected me, his voice gentle. “How are you doing? I just wanted to make sure the number wasn’t fake. I pursed my lips tightly, not knowing if I should be amused or irritated. “It’s real.” “Good.” He responded, his voice smooth. “I didn’t catch your name.” He added with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Damian said, taking his cigarette to his lips and pulling a heavy drag from it, puffing it into the air. "Do I happen to know her? What's her name? Does she work in your grandfather's hospital?" Henry inquired, and Damian nodded. "She wasn't a student before you left the country, but she is in a relationship with Jonathan Leonardo," Damian announced as he puffed the cloud of smoke through his nose. "What, you mean Alicia Dawson?" Henry Benard asked in shock, as he immediately set down his glass on the table across the room. Damian sat on another couch and asked, "You know her? Interesting."

Damian's last name was Moretti. Lorenzo Moretti's Moretti.

He waved me into a chair. He pulled some documents to him, then asked, almost as an afterthought. “Do you want something to drink?" I shook my head, anxious to get my answers. "Good. Let's get down to business then. My name, as I have said before is Damian Donovan. I know this is not the best time but you may know me as Mr. Carter’s biggest rival." He cocked his head to one side, regarded me. "Perhaps he has mentioned me..."