Damian X Jon Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?

"Not at all." "Good." Damian reached out and clapped a hand on Brown's shoulder. "Sorry. I overreacted." "You never need to apologize to me," Brown replied. "I only regret making you uncomfortable." There was no need for more words. Between them, loyalty ran deeper than blood. Damian stood up, stretching. "I'm going to shower," he said. "We'll finish this dinner with the city council, then I'm going home." A smirk curved his lips. "I want to see my little wife burn with jealousy."

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

“So, show me my dress now,” “Yes!” Damian stretched on his chair, and he smiled proudly, staring at the mp4 file on his laptop screen. He finally finished his song— the one he wrote thinking about Avery. He worked on this song with Elias, Valery, and another friend, and he was satisfied by his work and was impatient to see Avery's reaction. Damian sighed, remembering that their relationship has been quite complicated lately. He closed the studio and headed to the radio station. “Hey, Johnny.” he greeted the trainee. “I see you already started.”

Celeste said smoothly, turning to the man at her side, “is Jonathan. You remember Jonathan, don’t you?” “Of course I do,” Charlotte said, her smile lighting like a flame. “You haven’t changed a bit.” Jonathan laughed, a rich, inviting sound. “You’re lying, but I appreciate it.” Then his eyes found mine. “And who might this be?” “This is Emily,” Damian said, his hand sliding protectively to the small of my back. “My partner.” Jonathan extended his hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Emily. Any friend of Damian’s is a brave soul.”

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

"He works with me." A hand settled on the small of my back. Warm. Possessive. I didn't flinch. Damian Kael stepped out of the shadows, all sharp grins and gold cufflinks. He was taller than Julian, younger, and infinitely more dangerous. His eyes flickered to Julian with amusement. "Thorne," Damian said. "I believe my partner just outbid you. Unless you'd like to raise the stakes?" Julian looked between us, his jaw clenching. "What is this? You two are—"

She came again, screaming, body convulsing in his arms while their eyes stayed locked. “Fuuuuck! I’m cumming again—shit, I can’t stop cumming on your cock! Arghh!” Damon groaned loudly, his control finally breaking. “I’m gonna cum deep inside you. Take every drop.” Damon buried himself as deep as possible and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pulsing pussy. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time, groaning her name as he filled her completely. “Feel that? I’m breeding you. This cunt is full of me now.”

the host announced and they excused themselves and left. “Luna Silver,” Damon whispered in my ear, his hands still encircling my now rounded waist. “I still can’t get over how beautiful that sounds.” I smiled. “Me neither.” I looked down to see my son and his best friend, Sutter, running around while Sutter’s mother, Mila and his father Gaston, chased after them. I chuckled as I wondered what it was they must have done now. “You need to sit,” Damon told me, sitting on the throne chair by the cubicle and placing me on top of him, without giving me a chance to refuse. “You might pop anytime soon.”

“We need eyes in his alliances. The packs that owe him fealty. The ones that trade through his borders. I want every den, every crossing point, every hidden route marked. He can hide from me, but he can’t hide from what’s loyal to him. I’ll find her through them.” Damian hesitated. “And if you do? Have you thought of what you would do if she willingly went to him, Liam? I understand that you want to believe that she didn’t, but my question is, if she did. What are you going to do about it? Because it seems to me that you are not thinking clearly when it comes to that.”