Damian X Jon Novels & Stories

Jace has been distant. We made our way to Jer’s car as Maddie and Jace went to theirs. On our way home “I wouldn't be too surprised if Jace is fucking Maddie.” Jer says and I feel an unsettling feeling in my stomach. “Stop being a jerk Jeremy” I say looking out the window not wanting to have another one of our unending quarrels about Jason. “I have never liked him; I mean what kind of a guy ditches her girlfriend for alcohol?” he says as he increased the speed. “You are not the one dating him, I am.” I say raising my voice at the end.

Damien’s POV The others exhaled together, snickers, laughter, approval laced with malice. “Goddamn,” Dev muttered with a grin. “That’s brutal.” Mateo shook his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re sick.” Jaxon, though, leaned back, grinning like a soldier ready to go to war. “And when you finally take her—what then?” I looked at him. There was no amusement in my eyes now. “I’ll break her so beautifully, she’ll forget her own fucking name. Then I’ll remind her.”

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.

he continued, “you would treat me like a crazy man. But you don’t. You look at me like someone who once loved me… and now hates me.” Silence filled the room again. “Get out,” Sheina hissed. Damian didn’t move. “Leave now, or I’ll call the police,” Sheina continued. “I have connections in the media. Don’t think the Xavier name can silence everything.” Damian still didn’t move. Instead, he scanned the room, as if searching for something. Leon. But the connecting room door was tightly closed. “I’ll go,” Damian finally said. He straightened his clothes calmly.

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

She could feel Selene’s presence beside her, their powers intertwining in a dance of light and shadow. --- The battle magnified, the air dense with enchantment and the sound of clashing forces. Clara, Selene, Ethan, and Liam moved as one, their unity a force to be reckoned with. Marcus held the line, his strength a bulwark against Alaric’s relentless attacks. Alaric’s grievance was apparent, his eyes gazed with fury as he strived to maintain control. The balance had shifted and the tide was turning for them, Clara sensed.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

I start off towards the cemetery. He doesn't question me and instead follows my lead. We enter the cemetery as I walk towards a big headstone. Sean Mayflower Dedicated War Hero and Family Man 1089-1130 A stray tear slips out as I sit down in front of the grave. "Hi Dad." Damian sits down beside me. He places a hand on my shoulder. "I'd like for you to meet Damian. He's my boyfriend. Mom approves of him but I figured you'd like to meet him. I promise he's treating me well. You know I'd kick his ass if he didn't." I chuckle a little but it's half hearted. "Mom is doing good and so is Rose. Her little boy Jacob is growing up fast. He just turned 12. He hopes to be just like you someday. Binx is

His grip tighten a little bit more, crushing my wrist as he dragged me, almost throwing me down the remaining flight of stairs. “Bitch.” he sneered, pushing me into the floor beside the bloody, kneeling guy Bast was torturing a while ago. Luckily, I had braced myself early, enough to save myself from swimming on the floor. I glared at Matias before I turn my gaze towards Bast. But the moment Bast saw me, the world seemed to stop as he turns a shade paler than the ghost. “Diana?” At the mention of my biological mother's name, the alarm in my head had gone off into a frenzy. My tongue seemed to glue itself at the top of my mouth, rendering me unable to say anything.