Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Middle Name

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

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.

I asked in annoyance. “His name is Damian Zade. Canadian origins. Not married, no children, gay judging by the intimate photos we saw of him kissing another man or men actually. His younger brother is named Daniel, he is his right hand man. We couldn’t find any addresses though. Only pictures of them” he said as he dropped two photos on the table in front of us. We all leaned closer to take a look at them. Their names were written on the side of their photos. Damian was apparently in his forties.

It was how I was raised to stand, to show any staring at me that I felt no fear at whatever would happen. “Yes, Father.” I answered. “You named me Damian because the name means to master, and overcome. Just as your name is Victor, and you have never failed at a thing, mine is Damian, and I must overcome whatever is before me.” His answer began with a low chuckle in his throat. “Take that to heart. You will need it for what I want to reveal to you now.”

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.

I kept my fingers poised and raised and I begin to type his name slowly and with determination. DAMIEN BOYCE. When I pressed enter, i hadn't been sure exactly what i was really expecting, but the barrage of photographs, press articles, websites, profiles, and not to mention, a goddamn Forbes cover, was all kinds of overwhelming. His full name "DAMIEN CAMERON BOYCE ROMANO". my eyes couldn't comprehend what am presently seeing I raised my hand to cover my mouth as it opened in shock, and then i leaned in closer with wide eyes.

Damian's uncle chuckled, fishing my attention from the crowd. “Do you go by Alonzo? Or is there other nicknames that you use?” I gave in, and asked that. Lightly swirling his glass filled with rum, “I go by Alonzo, since I don't have a second name. Why? You don't like my name?” “Hmm? No. Uhm, it's just that I'm married to someone named Alonzo.” “Really?” Damian's uncle sounded suspicious. “But you have only broken up with Damian for weeks? Or I got it wrong.”

“I’m not done questioning him. And if Isiah’s innocent, then you have nothing to worry about. You know I would never harm family.” “Yes, of course.” I let out a quiet breath. This wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. Maybe we’d find middle ground after all. “You just locked them up like the mutts you think so little of.” Spoke too soon. “Release him, Damien. Or you’ll see the ugly side of me.” I gritted my teeth at the name. Damien. Only my father used it. He hated the name my mother chose for me, so they compromised. That middle name was his win, and he never let me forget it.

Damian frowned when he looked at the boys who were a crying mess, he is so overprotective of them and so am I. His eyes turned angry when he looked at their crying faces. "Daddy..." Oliver hugged his leg tightly and Arthur did the same. Olivia named one of the triplets over her name and I named the other as Arthur. Oliver has same features like damian, deep blue eyes and black raven hair while Arthur has grey eyes and black hair like me. Damian lifted both of them up and sat down on sofa placing them on his lap. "What happened, who hurt you..." Damian asked firmly wiping their tears. I can sense the anger in his voice.