Damian X Jon Novels & Stories

he said as I glared at him. “What are you doing here? Where’s Griffin?” I asked him. “With Kat and Archer. Griffin’s our son,” Damon said as he looked at Josh. “I’m so sorry about this,” I said to Josh as he kept looking at Damon. “This is a nice place, really romantic, I hope you didn’t have any ideas of taking Finley home,” Damon said as I sat there mortified. “Who are you?” Josh asked him. “Oh, Finley and I live together,” he said looking relaxed.

Damien’s face was ashen, the bloodshot veins in his eyes even more terrifying due to his intense emotional turmoil. Why! Why did this brat who came out of nowhere dare to accuse him like this to his face? What did he know? How much did he know? "I'll tell you what I am! I was Selena's former mate! I was the person she loved most! We once had an inseparable bond of fate! Selena and I are the ones who should truly be together! In the future, we will definitely restore our bond, we will become true mates, we will have many, many lovely cubs, we will grow old together, we will live happily ever after for the rest of our lives! We will…"

“What’s funny?” “N-nothing," Damian stammered playfully, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the sly pout on his lips still gave him away. "I mean… I’m just surprised, that's all. I'm surprised that you’ve both been having something going on and neither of you could bother to tell me. Ain’t we supposed to be a team?” “We don’t have anything going on!” Julian corrected quickly. “Oh… sorry about that," Damian murmured, his eyes still gleaming with pure mischief. He took a slow step forward, tilting his head. "What is it then? A new business partner? Or... just a sex toy?”

Damon says, and we all look at him, humour written on Xaviero's face. "You are not John Wick." Cara say. "I am. You're just blind to my powers." Damian says so seriously, you would have believed him. Getting up, still slightly annoyed. "I'm gonna go get a bottle of. . " all their eyebrows raises "juice." I complete, even though all my insides were craving a mixture of bourbon and tequila. "You seem to be taking lots of juice, it shows." Xaviero says. I don't take juice. "Yes. You've gained weight, especially in those babies." Damian smirks, his eyes on my breast. Pervert.

Damian, are you even listening to me?’ Damian turned his gaze from the window of his Athens office to his lawyer, Nico. ‘Pardon?’ ‘Have you heard a word I’ve been saying? I’ve been telling you that Baxter has agreed to all our terms. We’ve been working on this deal for over a year. We should celebrate.’ Damian didn’t feel like celebrating. He listened to his friend offer profuse congratulations, his mind preoccupied with Sophia. What the hell had possessed him to sleep with someone as inexperienced as her?

Mark snapped. "Exactly like you said, Emberlynn is my mate, and I don't know why you are getting so worked up because of it," Damien said, his voice calm. Too calm that Mark felt as though he wasn't the one speaking. Although he had his calm moment, the Damien he knew would have exploded and sent him out of his office as soon as he stepped in.

“How long has it been since we saw and talked with each other? Quite long since you’ve been kept pretty busy these past few years.” Maxwell Cameron. His good friend. His mentor. Damian was his protégé. “You called for me, sir?” Turning at the sound of his voice, Damian returned to his desk and waited until Frederick Johnson, his other secretary occupied one chair. Taking his own seat, Damian reached for the folder that contains the articles about Cameron’s young widow.

It was obvious to the salesman that he was hurt by that position. “W-Who are you? Why do you know me?" Selene asked him in surprise. "Madam.. Master forbids you to talk —" “Just a minute!” Selene interrupted them. turning back to the salesman. "Why do you know me?" The man looked at her. "I'm Damian, I know your parents. Your father, Chris,is my best friend at work.” Damian replied. Selene was surprised by what she heard. She was unaware that his father had a friend since she believed that everyone had turned him down after he was suspected of theft.

Smith at the head of the table, reading the financial section of the newspaper, and Rachel picking at a bowl of fruit. "Good morning," Damien greeted, his voice calm but subdued. Rachel glanced up, smiling warmly. "Morning, Damien. You look better." Damien offered a small nod as he sat down, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Mr. Smith folded the newspaper and eyed Damien sharply. “You do seem refreshed, but let’s not ignore last night. What happened?” Damien leaned back, a faint smile on his lips. “Oh, nothing serious. I went out with a few friends and maybe had one too many. That’s all.”

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.