Damian Wayne Older Novels & Stories

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

Master Dan said his eyes fixed on Damian. "He's not my brother," Damian replied angrily. "I'm Oliver Antonio," Oliver chuckled. "We share the same father." "And I'm Damian Isreal Makari. That asshole you call father isn't my father," Damian said emphasizing on the "my father". "My father died the day my mom died," Damian said hiding some sort of emotion.

James gave her a warm smile before focusing his eyes on the road again. "Are you just letting that woman go like this?" Damian was seething with anger. He was expecting that the elders will scold his older brother for being easily deceived. His hoping that this incident will tarnish his brothers reputation and lost the elders trust. However it did not happen. They are angry but also sympathetic.

But if she ever thought I was a threat… even by mistake… Yeah. No thanks. So when the classroom door opened and Damian walked in—with Leon right behind him—my whole body stiffened like it always does. Like it’s been trained to. Damian is Ava’s older brother. Twenty years old. Sharp-featured, all cocky grins and dark eyes that don’t hide how much he enjoys being cruel. He only ever pays attention to me when he’s bored and looking for something to kick. He usually finds me.

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.

"Then there's Elias. He's the oldest. Thirty-five. He runs the family business. He's tough, serious, doesn't smile much. But he has a soft heart under all that. He took your disappearance hard. He was twelve when you were taken. He blamed himself for years because he wasn't there to protect you." "That's not his fault," I said. "I know. We all know. But Elias doesn't forgive himself easily. When he meets you, he's probably going to promise to protect you forever. That's just who he is." I liked the sound of that. Protection. Safety. Things I'd never really had. "I'm thirty-two," Damian continued. "I'm a lawyer. I was nine when you disappeared. I remember you a little bit. You used to follow

She revealed how Cian had been planning all of these for years ever since his sister Jane Siller passed away and finding out about all her businesses and entire empire would belong to Damien when he officially turns 27 years of age. She also revealed how Cian disrupted Damien and his father's relationship using Jane's death as an excuse to separate them as so he could take control over Damien at such a young age and turn him to only obey and follow his rules till this day and was planning to end Damien's life when he turns 27.

Then, he scoffed arrogantly and looked the other way. Damien had already reached the meeting room and was now sitting with the elders. "What is the matter? Why did you people sound so worried?" Damien inquired. If it wasn't as important and they made it seem, he was ready to make them pay it disturbing him. These old fogies had the tendency of exaggerating the situations most times so he wouldn't be surprised if their alarm wasn't valid.

Damion answered. Wayne grinned, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll be damned.” “Did you know him?” “Oh, about a million years ago. We were both young and wild and running the rodeo circuit. None of us were any good at it, but we enjoyed the partying and the thrill of the ride.” “My grandfather?” Damion asked with surprise. “I didn’t know he followed the rodeo.” Wayne chuckled. “It’s not one of those things a guy would want to brag about. He probably didn’t want you to know, worried you would follow in his footsteps.”

Lucas asked him. The old man swallowed. “Damian…My name is Damian. And I had a transaction with Lyon before.” “I remember him.” Kevin interrupted as he looked at Damian’s face. Lucas frowned, he didn't know if he was the only one who didn't know this old man. "W-Wait, am I the only one who doesn't know you? — what transaction did you have with Lyon then?" Damian slightly bowed his head. "Selene's father was a good friend of mine…in fact he left some things that I still have." Damian answered calmly.