Damian Wayne Older Novels & Stories

He immediately looked at the door. “Wayne, why are you still standing there? Aren’t you tired?” Damien looked at Wayne curiously and asked. He did not know why he stood there. Wayne’s face became even became darker. He raised his foot, moved it, walked to Damien, and sat down beside him. He didn’t know what to say about his reaction to Damien. “You little idiot.” Wayne directly slapped Damien’s head and said. He could forget him. It seemed that he had to open his memory.

Damien had the almost slumping Wayne supported by his hands crossed around the latter's shoulders. He let go of Wayne and the latter fell to the floor, groaning and rolling to his back. My eyes looked between the two before I hurried to Wayne, lifting his head onto my laps. “When I tell you this creature is weak, you shush me. Now look, Just a little run and he already lost it,” Damien mocked, obviously not any less concerned about his immediate elder brother's gasp for breath. My left hand flew to Wayne’s chest and I regulated his breathing by roughly rubbing on it. “Why did you make him run, Damien?” I chided, glancing up at Damien who now leaned on the window that I suspect must have had

"Sober now? Disrespect your elders and you'll get struck by lightning!" Elders? Marcus clutched his face, gritting his teeth! He felt indignant, but... it was kind of true! Damien paused for a moment, his smile growing wider. "Damien, your wife is something else! She's clearly not to be messed with, better not cross her or you might end up like Wayne, getting slapped by a woman!" Damien kept his composure, his eyes filled with desire as they traveled up from Serena's ankles. Her straight legs were accentuated by the tight dress, highlighting her graceful and perfect figure.

"I want my shipments back otherwise I won't stop her next time..." Damian threatened him and left the office followed by his people. ***** "He didn't gave it back..." Jack informed damian and he cursed Xavier. "That fucker won't listen like this, looks like he need some motivation..." Damian smirked and looked at jack. "He has a son right ?..." "Yes 5 years old..." Jack answered... "Kidnap him..." Damian ordered and jack nodded.

Damian said he wanted us to go on this trip now, that we were young and healthy, after listening to my former CEO talk about how he would love to go on a world tour after his wife recovers. His wife died a few weeks after the party. God bless her soul. Tomorrow is not certain, what we have is now. We should do all we can, in making it count. We bid our farewells to our friends and family before we took off. My mum and his mum would be taking care of Alex before we get back. "So Mrs. Anderson, now that we are alone, what do you need from me, name anything you need, and you will have it," Damian said seductively.

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

he laughed outrageously on the other side. “It’s Lionel Williams of Silver Moon pack.” I replied, hating the fact that I had to do this over the phone and wishing I could as well have him right in my presence as I made myself clear. “Oh…” He laughed quietly. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you. I think we’ve met as well.” Yes, we had met, indeed, during some full moon ceremony back when I was much younger. Damian had been such a prick back then, constituting a nuisance in the party even at such a young age. Evidently, he had not changed much.

Both of you are my children, understand? Damian smiled lazily, "Understood." It seemed like his old man still had some affection for that stinky girl in his heart. Never mind, Damian would wait patiently until he gained control of the Tanner Corporation.

“Let us not forget Julian spent some years as a cripple. His wolf didn’t even surface until Eighteen?” “Yet here he sits,” Elder Garron says, leaning forward, his voice edged with steel. “He’s survived assassination attempts, wars, rogue attacks. His wolf? One of the strongest I’ve seen in decades. And Damian? He’s spent his days smiling for portraits and chasing noble daughters, until he went gallivanting across the packs for a mate who, it turns out, was here all along.”

Damian said, smiling as he went through his bath. Entering his bathroom, Damian stripped off his black gloves, took off his shirt and trousers, and prepared for his bath. After he was done, he came out of the bathroom and dressed in sleeping wear. His phone rang, and he took it from the shelf to see who was calling. "Boss, should I arrange for any lady for you tonight?" Jeff Brody asked. Damian was in no mood for any woman. "No. Contact the Dawson family and let them know about my offer," he said.