Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

“ Damian Wright ! “ said Adam annoyed . “ This old geezer again…… “ said Damian tired . “ Honey , calm down . “ said Diana , trying to ease her husband’s anger . “ Welcome mom ! “ said Damian with a casual tone . “ Hello son ! “ said Diana smiling . “ So , what brings the two of you here today ? “ asked Damian . Mr Adam was so annoyed that he was about to snap when seeing Damian calm and unoccupied . “ You……you being so calm and smiling so lightly……… “ said mr Adam annoyed . “ I know you like yelling and stuff but can you act in a civil way at my company ? “ said Damian . “ Shut up you damn brat ! I am the chairman of this company . You are only the president . “ said mr Adam . “ You are the

While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke. "He's a bit up and down, isn't he?" I whisper to Damien when we climb down to the forest floor and wait for the others to make their way across. "Like, he was being all jokey and flirty one minute, then the next he's all moody and serious."

“Is there any one who would like to challenge Beta Kendra Silvercrest for the position of Beta?” A tall, burly, full bearded giant of a man stepped forward, shaped like a sumo wrestler, but surprisingly agile for a man his size. Damien was his name, and once Killian’s eyes chanced in him, a silent snarl escaped his lips, for Damien was one of the notorious wolves who ran in the pack, but he was a valuable asset to the pack, and had never really blantantly gotten out of line until now. You want to know the funny part?

I opened my office door and froze. Damian was sitting on the edge of the table while talking on his Bluetooth – his long muscular legs stretched out, the ankles crossing each other, hands folded in front of his muscular chest. He was wearing a white shirt with a dark brown tie and a khaki waistcoat. His trousers were the same khaki color as his waistcoat, and his shoes were dark brown. He looked so good; it was ridiculous how good he looked.

Turning back to the creek, knowing it was going to sap his strength quickly if he stayed in it too long; he began to walk up stream. Damien walked about a half mile before getting out of the creek on the opposite side. He figured that the humans wouldn't want to cross this creek with the water temperature as low as it was, plus the distance he had traveled almost guaranteed they wouldn't find his trail. Still leaving a blood trail, he walked into the woods and headed for the Front Range.

“Shay is one of my best friends and my commander, she is almost like a sister to me. I meant no disrespect. But start talking, both of you, when did this happen?” Damian cleared his throat. “I apologise too. This is all new to me and I’m trying to get a grasp on my wolf. We have waited on our mate for quite a few years and he is out of himself with excitement right now, trying to claw his way out of me and take over control. I am Damian, head warrior of the Nightblade pack. It is an honour to meet a person who means a lot to my mate, and I can already tell it is just so. Once again, I am sorry for losing it.””

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

My leg was cleaned and bandaged, and as usual, we were currently sitting in the Sforza Estate. “Us wolves and vampires have always managed to make allies of one another. Mattia is a friend’s son. When he passed away, I adopted the man as my own. He grew up with your mother when…” he looked at the door for a second, his eyes meeting Vieri’s before he chose to leave it there. “Anyhow, Mattia is like a son to me, and considering the fact that Bartolomeo left without telling you a lot; I believe that it is time for you to start understanding the danger that you are in.”

The ray of sunlight shone on his face, and he squeezed his face, before opening his eyes, then he rolled himself on the bed, before getting up. He was just waking up from sleep, but it didn’t look like he just woke up, because his handsomeness was something anyone will write home about. His name is Damian Walter, he is just twenty-six years old and yet he was already a billionaire of his own. He has a sugar company and it’s growing abundantly.