Damian Wayne Middle Name Novels & Stories

What was this problem with me? “You like it?” He—Damon asked. I nodded mutely, frowning why he was asking me that. “I like Aria too.” I raised my brows, confused by the way he was behaving. Damon. Damon. Damon. His name was all I could think about. Stupid, foolish me. “You wanna know my middle name?” He offered, waggling his brows. My lips twitched as I watched him do that. Fabiano would rather die than doing that.

Names. Damian wasn’t just rich. He was born into war. And I… I was just starting to realize how deep the roots of that war ran. I called Chris first. He picked up instantly. “I was about to call you.” “I just saw it.” “I’m with him,” he said. “Damian’s not speaking to anyone. He didn’t know.” “He didn’t know about any of it?” “No. Morgan kept it under lock and key. He only just saw the birth certificate Lawrence dropped.”

The weight behind them. Damian continued. "I was ten." His gaze remained fixed on the darkness beyond the estate. "There was a dog." Elena blinked. That wasn't where she expected the story to go. Damian noticed. A faint smile appeared on his face briefly then disappeared. "My mother brought it home…. I named him Archer." The name seemed strange coming from Damian. Human. Young. For a moment Elena could almost picture it. A boy instead of a billionaire. A child instead of a man carrying too many regrets.

The Wrong that felt Right. Damian's POV My name is Damian Vale. I'm twenty-five years old and the only son of industrialist Maxwell Vale. I'm the heir to a huge fortune that can buy politicians and banks. When people hear my name, they think of power, beauty, and honor. But they failed to see the cage.

Darren snorted under his breath. "When will you let that shit go?" He said making Mr Reagan laugh. "It's fun," he said with a shrug, shaking Michael's hand. "It's actually Damien Metacomet Reagan," he corrected "What does your middle name mean?" Michael asked him. "Metacomet?" Michael nodded. "It means King," Damien said proudly. "Interesting," Jackson nodded. "I know what yours mean," he said turning to me. I rolled my eyes. "Of course you would know," I said. Damien and I had Native American names and mine was Adageyudi, which means Love. My father named me Adageyudi, Adage for short

I could barely hear her but I knew what I heard. Di Angelo. Shit. She really was related to Sol. “What about you? What’s your name?” Her sultry voice was soft and sounded kind. She was patting Ollie’s head who still wanted her attention. I couldn’t help but deepened my frown. “Damian.” “You have a cool name, little man.” My brother’s face beamed. “Really?” She nodded, smiling. “It reminds me of a certain superhero’s son’s name.” “You mean batman?” His grin was from ear to ear.

Amelia stopped for a few seconds before asking, "Name. What name do you want for our baby?" "Name? Hmm," Damian went silent as he thinks about a name. "What about you? What do you want to name the baby?" He replied with a question due to his inability to think of a name. "If it's a boy I want to name him Eljin. If it's a girl then I will name her Diane" Amelia said. "Eljin huh? Eljin Castillo" Damian chuckled. "That's a good name," he said while grinning. "R-really? You like it?" Amelia asked with anxiousness in her voice.

“Goodnight, signore. (Ita. Sir)” Thea started to back away, but he followed. His gaze was determined now, his eyes so dark they were almost black. “Thea…” First name basis? Since when? “Yes, signor Chiaramonte?” she said politely. “I was thinking… How about we skip the formalities? ‘Signor Chiaramonte’ is my father. I’m Damiano. Just a simple man.” ‘No, you are my boss. And you’re far from being simple.’ “Signor Chiaram…”

“Before anything happens… what’s your name, little thief?” Shania swallowed hard, lips parting under his thumb. “Shania,” she whispered, voice breathy. “My name is Shania.” A low, approving rumble vibrated from the chest behind her. The twin in front smiled—slow, filthy, and full of dark promise. “I’m Damian,” he said, thumb pressing just inside her lower lip for a moment, letting her taste the salt of his skin. “And this is my brother, Killian.”

I had totally forgotten that they were in here "Huh, what?" I furrowed my brows. "Why are you sleeping and smiling?" He asked again. "I'm just happy," I said, smiling broadly. "Is my mum coming over?" He asked curiously. "Of course, buddy," the smile on my face grew wider. "What's your name?" “My name is Daemon..” “And I am Damian,” his brother answered. "Well, kids, mummy is coming, and we will be one big happy family," I told them gingerly. "Wouldn't you like that?"