Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Middle Name

"Wow... You don't even know my name??" He asked. "Why should I bother??" I asked back. "I don't like the title... Don't bother just call me by my name." He said. "Which is?" "Damian Black." I almost spat out the food that was in my mouth. "The Damian Black?? Then that means..." "That's right. I'm the owner of Black and Co designers." He said smugly. What the hell?!?!?!

“Wasn’t William his middle name? They even called him Willy, which he used to hate. Yes, I remember him telling me his maternal grandfather had named him William after his father Williamson. Dami had a special place in his grandfather’s heart. Does that mean the Williams group belongs to his grandfather? No way. But then Naina..... said Was that the reason Dami was always so untouchable, powerful, fearless, impersonating the devil himself? Does that mean Dami was the chosen heir from the beginning and took charge of the company recently? Oh My God! Years back, he had mentioned his grandfather was severely ill and he used to always shuttle between Cali and NewYork…….. He even stayed with his

Damian smiled at me, "What do you want to get?" "I'll just have a latte, please," I replied. Damian ordered a cappuccino and a selection of pastries for us to share. As we waited for our drinks to arrive, Damian turned to me with an excited look on his face. "Hey, I was thinking... have you given any more thought to baby names?" he asked. I smiled, "Actually, I was thinking about that the other day. What do you think of the name Liam?”. Damian leaned in, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You know the scan says it's a girl," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Ellen paused, leaving the name unfinished, expecting Damian to provide his false identity. "Evans Damon," Damian filled in, completing her sentence. "You see, you struggle to even remember my full name. How then could you possibly recall my school grades?" "Well, obviously, how do you expect me to remember that last name? I can't, because it's utterly ridiculous. I mean, who goes by Damon as a name? Do you mean Demon or Devil or..." Dr. Ellen was cut short by Damian. "We get the point already. No need for more emphasis," Damian interjected.

Alesha asked and I shook my head negatively as I tried to explain to her that we’re taking things slow and he’ll know soon. She expressed her happiness for us and soon we were out of the house as we both went to join Damian in the car. The drive to his house wasn’t as silent as I thought it would be because Damian and Asher wouldn’t stop talking to each other. They had a lot of things in common except for Asher’s love of ice cream. “My mum told me that you can keep secrets?” He asked and Damian stared at me for a while before agreeing with him. “Can I tell you a secret?” Asher asked and Damian nodded positively, “My full name is Damian Asher Gray Junior but my mom asked me to only tell peopl

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.