Novelas y relatos de Damian Wayne

I still don’t know who she is in this household. “ Is he kinder than Santino? My brother committed a crime I am not aware of, and I just want to go home. I don’t want to be involved in this war I know nothing about.” I lie easily, it’s as easy as stealing. To be a thief like me, you also have to be a great liar. “ Maximo is worse, the kind one is Santino. He can help you better than Maximo. Maximo is the crazy one, the deadly one. If you want to stay alive, stay clear of that one.”

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

he adds. “This bastard…” Damian snarls. One of his hands, resting on the table, balls into a fist. The veins in his forearms visibly tensed, “Raegan… your orders,” he voices through clenched teeth. “Just say the words and I’ll bury this fucking bastard underneath the earth.” When he doesn’t get the response that he wants, Damian turns to looks at him. “Brother…” Raegan puts a hand up, stopping him. “Calm down, Damian,” he says calmly, his gaze still unwavering from Kane. As though staring at him that much would give him the answers to what he’s searching for.

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.

he joked. A hushed giggle surged through my mouth, "Far out," I quipped. "You have a kink like that? Who would think that someone as reserved as you would like that? And don't worry, I will speak up for you," "Thanks," he replied. "So, about your question, I know Mr Blackwood can tell that the boy is being dishonest." Just then, my eyes moved to scan Arvall, who said, "The closest base Damian has is in Cheshire Avenue, Los Angeles. He is planning to strike tonight."

Damien looked at Wayne, who was standing in front of him, and did not understand what he was going to do. "If you go back, does it mean that Stella is not pregnant? Does it mean that you are called Stella's sister-in-law?" Hearing Wayne's words, Damien stopped, turned to the sofa, and fell directly. "Wayne, tell me, what should I do?" "Do I have to watch the woman I like and the child I give birth to call me cousin?" Damien's muffled voice reached Wayne's ears.

“And these three are?” The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His bodyguards didn’t move, but their watchful eyes tracked my every movement. “I’m Damian,” he said, his voice smooth and deep. “Damian Cross.” The name hit me like a jolt. Everyone in the city knew who Damian Cross was—one of the youngest, most successful businessmen in the country. He was a billionaire, a man whose name was synonymous with power and wealth. “What’s a guy like you doing here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “This doesn’t seem like your scene.”

I asked, rolling my eyes at him. What he said next killed my confidence in an instant. Damian used his gun to point at my private region and said, "Your body and that untouched hole of yours. That's the only weapon that can kill Diego for sure." "Excuse me? What are you talking about?" I questioned, acting confused. "Did you just call my V untouched? Goodness!" I laughed, swaying my head at Damian. "You still think that I'm a virgin? Grow up, Damian. Let go of your crazy fantasy about being my first because that plan has sailed and sunk. The prize has been taken by Diego, and you can't get it back."

“How lovely it is to hear your voice again” Damiens brow furrowed. “Is this the prick who collected your number yesterday?” “He's the prick who fixed my tires,” I whispered, my voice laced with sarcasm. “Are you busy today?” He asked. “Yes, why?” “Aww, that's too bad. I wanted us to meet up for a drink,” Wayne said. I gazed at Damien. “I'm sorry I'm a bit tight today “Can you at least squeeze me in?” he asked. “You owe me one, remember?”