Damian Wayne Middle Name Novels & Stories

Alesha asked and I smiled as I put off the necklace Damian had given me, the one I promised never to take off. “Asher.” I said as I put the necklace around my baby’s neck and everyone in the room cheered. He looks a lot like Damian and now I have a cute little boy that’ll help me remember him and I’m calling him Asher because that’s Damian’s middle name. His father’s name is Damian Asher Gray, it wouldn’t be a bad thing if he has the same name as his father.

Emily's desire for gossip was very difficult to get rid of unless she get the answer she wanted. "Hmm? You mean Wayne?" When Wayne heard Damien mention his name, he walked in and sat down beside him. "So, handsome guy's name is Wayne. Good name, how do you look? Also, hurry up and answer my question!" "Oh, I had dinner at his house in the afternoon. It was a little late and it was raining outside, so I didn't go back." Damien glanced at the rain outside and suddenly felt a little cold. He lifted the quilt and got in.

Elara's POV “What is your real name!“ I snapped. “Elara…” he tried to step closer again. “Don't,” I spat, beckoning to him not to move, which he obeyed. “If you ever feel bad about our child's death, then tell me your real name, Damian.“ It was silent for a while. His gaze looked like someone who was helpless. “Damian Stormrider.“ Stormrider, is it?

Then I realised I didn't know his name yet. "I didn't get to ask your name earlier" "Damien, Damien Genovese. Never forgot. Again"

He is looking like a Greek God who came straight out of heaven. "Why so angry Dami? You need to relax a little" Mia said and slowly walked towards him. She used his nickname to remind him that she is his childhood friend. Only she calls him Dami. He used to like her nickname when they were kids. But as they grow up, that name sounded childish. So she asked her never to call him that. And more over his late mother never liked that name either. Damien looked at her with anger and irritation.

They finally found a spot in one of the backyards which led to the forest bordering the estate nearby. “By the way,” Damian uttered along the way. “I never got to know your name. What is it?” “Ronan.” “Cool name. I’m Damian, and I’m a silver prince!” He stated proudly. “Woah! So, like, your dad’s an alpha?” “Yup.” “Must be pretty cool. The life of a prince and all.” “You bet it is! Though mom still makes me clean my room. That part sucks.” They’d reached the backyard before stopping to catch their breaths after running through the hotel grounds.

The elderly woman offered Damian a polite smile. "There is no need to worry." She extended her hand. "My name is Margaret." Damian shook it politely. "Damian Blackwood." A look of recognition crossed Margaret's face. "I know who you are." She smiled gently. "I used to volunteer at one of the children's homes your parents supported many years ago." Damian's expression softened. "I've heard my parents mention your name before." Margaret nodded. "They were wonderful people." "They helped many children who had nowhere else to go."

"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.”

They love him dearly and he will be missed. “Who knows what these people know. I think you need to increase the amount of guard’s we have around Grace.” Damian suggests. I think back on the note. “Who calls you Damo?” I ask him. He looks at me. “What?” he asks. “Who calls you Damo? I haven’t called you that since we were kids.” I tell him. He pulls a face. “I haven’t been called that since I was a kid. Most people call me D, Dee-man. anything like that but no one calls me Damo anymore.” He speaks.

That same calm confidence, God, it was unnerving. Ryan stepped forward again, closing the space between us. “I asked you a question,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He moved slightly in front of me, a clear Alpha gesture. “Who are you?” People had started whispering. I could feel eyes on us from every direction. Great. Just fucking great. The last thing I needed was a scene. But Damien didn’t even flinch. His gaze finally shifted to Ryan, slow and steady. “My name is Damien,” he said casually. “I’m a friend of Mikaela’s… from Silvermoon.”