Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

Rose came back and stood on her previous position like she didn't moved an inch from there. Damian took out his gun from his waistband and pointed towards Johnathan... "Please don't kill me, I am sorry, it won't happen again Mr. Knight, please..." He pleaded but everyone standing there knows that begging won't do anything, Damian is heartless and he never shows mercy on people who disrespects him... "I don't like when someone touches what's mine..." Damian made him kneel in front of him and shot straight in between his eyes... No one dared to utter a word, two men came and took his deadbody with them...

from Damien? A scowl twisted my lips as I thought of the man that had stolen Vivian's heart. Damien was dangerous, no doubt about that. But Vivian didn’t know that. She didn’t know the world she was involved in, didn’t know the kind of person she was surrounded by. **Damien Sullivan was a part of the Cosa Nostra**, and that meant he was a part of something far darker than she could imagine.

Tobey was quite satisfied with his handiwork and even pinched her waist again, making her squirm in his arms and beg for mercy. Damian had drunk himself into oblivion the night before and slept straight through to the next day. His phone had been on silent, so he missed all the calls from his friends. It wasn't until his agent, Bruce Zillman, came banging on his door early in the morning that he was finally dragged out of bed. Bruce had gone to bed early the previous night, feeling reassured that he had sent Damian home. He assumed Damian wouldn't stir up trouble. But first thing in the morning, he saw Damian had logged onto Twitter, voted for Chelsea, and even urged his fans to vote for her

*** Caspian sat in Damian’s living room, the space filled with the scent of expensive cigars and the warm aroma of sandalwood from the aromatherapy candles his cousin always kept lit. Meanwhile, Damian lounged on the sofa across from him. Known as one of the “mafia of business,” Damian wore a shirt with several buttons left undone. He took a drag from the cigar in his hand before speaking. “Why are you so stressed about finding another way?” Damian asked casually. He placed the cigar in a crystal ashtray and leaned back. “Cassandra isn’t married to Alaric. That means you still have a huge chance to win her heart—and her body.”

Damian's brow furrowed. "What?" “Aren't they Matthew's bodyguards?” Damian didn't answer. He still frowned. “Could he be working for someone else?” Damian avoided admitting it. He still couldn't believe that his father could commit such a crime. “Perhaps, but you miss the chance. There is another person who claims to be your father's boss. His name is Luke Damant. He is an Omega who works as a manager at Excellor.” Bruce explained again. He started to feel sorry for Damian because he didn't know anything.

“Not exactly.” Sienna’s pulse pounded in her ears. She crouched next to Julian, her fingers brushing over his shoulder. “This is Damian, sweetheart.” Julian blinked up at him. “Like Damian Wayne?” he asked. “From Batman?” Sienna almost laughed—almost. But Damian’s expression softened slightly. “Something like that,” he said quietly, kneeling down to Julian’s level. “Hi, Julian.” The moment was surreal. Damian Cavendish—man of steel, ruthless CEO—kneeling on polished wood floors, face to face with a five-year-old boy.

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.

Ryan took a step forward instinctively, like he was ready to protect me, but the man who stepped out of the car was already smiling like we’d known each other for years. “I’m Damian Cross,” he said, offering his hand like a gentleman but holding my eyes like a wolf sizing up his prey. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” I frowned, my instincts prickling, but I accepted the handshake. “I’m sorry do we know each other?” “No,” he said smoothly, glancing at Ryan. “But I know Matteo Russo. And now I know you’re working directly under him which makes you very interesting to me.” Ryan stiffened beside me, but I stepped forward, brows lifting. “I’m sorry, what exactly do you want from me?”

they replied in unison. " That will be all for now" said Damian. They stood up and left the office. He stood up and started pacing the office immediately they left. He was angry because the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of their lives was turned into a blood bath. He lost fifteen of his warriors and now his mate was unconscious. He will find a way to defeat the demon king. That was a promise he will keep even if it costs him his life. **** It was late at night when he finished his meetings. His mother left few minutes after he entered. Damian stripped out of his clothes and went to take a shower. He came back when he was done and sat down on the bed.

Damian stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at Orpah, saying in a calm manner, "My name is Damian Luther." When Orpah heard his name, her expression changed at once. She exclaimed, "You're Damian Luther? The person who killed Black Bjorn and Albin White?" Damian nodded indifferently at her and said, "Yes, I killed them. So what?" Orpah's expression wouldn't stop changing. In the end, she grinned cynically at him and said, "You killed two out of the Four Fighters. You're pretty ruthless, aren't you?