Damian X Jon Novels & Stories

He replied in a bashful tone. It was a female friend, Damien concluded. Hence, the reason for the driver's tone. " What is your name?" He asked. It was weird calling him the driver. " Juan." He replied, wondering why the Alpha wanted to know his name. He only hoped that he wasn't in trouble. " Juan." Damien repeated, and returned his attention to his phone. Juan became uncomfortable at his silence. Alpha Damien didn't ask for who he went to see. Unbeknownst to Juan, Alpha Damien was already on his phone communicating with Daniel about a certain driver, named Juan.

A group of four friends who loved hanging out for an insane number of hours in the evenings to pop bear kept throwing arguments about the top one news in New Jersey. “Son of bitches. Thank God my father wasn't this useless. relieve him of his balls.” Damian whispered above his voice, dragged the last pinch of his cigarette and dumped the stump, stamping his feet to put off the fire. “Any useful information yet?” he demanded raising a brow. One just had to say yes to his every demand or get punched in the face. Damian never takes no for an answer, one just had to find a way to incorporate a yes in his/her responses to Damian’s demands or questions.

Don't be a danger to yourself or others! Damian apologized, feeling a cold sweat pour down his back. He could have killed two people just now! In his subconscious, Damian still had his night with Rafał and the emotions associated with it. The experience of ecstasy and beauty, of unusual closeness but also of loneliness of his lover.

Caleb was seated at the table, scrolling through notes on his phone, jaw tight. They both looked up when I entered. “You’re early,” Caleb said. “So are you,” I replied, taking a seat across from him. Damon’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, like he was checking for cracks I hadn’t shown the night before. When he found none, his shoulders relaxed, just slightly. “We’ll be leaving in six days,” Damon said. “Neutral ground is halfway between our territories. We won’t bring a full guard, but we won’t go unprotected either.”

I always felt a connection to Dane, a sense of understanding and trust that went beyond words. Finally, Dane spoke, his voice low and husky. “I don’t know what to say.” He confessed. “Except that I need you, Mia. I need you more than anything else in this world.” I slipped closer to him, reaching my hand up to caress his face. “I know,” I said softly. “I feel the same way,” I professed. “And I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that you are what I need.” Our eyes met again. Dane pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. We sat there, holding each other tightly, our bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

said Estefanía. “Hated by most,” added Maritza. The girl, Lara, was tall, slim, and blonde. Very pretty, to be honest. “She’s Damian’s girlfriend,” Lana told me. Damian, as always, was expressionless. They passed by us without even glancing our way. Who did they think they were? The town's royalty? I rolled my eyes and focused on the rides. I wanted to have fun tonight.

But before he could get close, Damian immediately stepped in front of me, blocking his path. “Oh, you got the almighty Damian protecting you?” Kason mocked. “Are you fucking him, Captain?” Why does everyone keep assuming I’m sleeping with Damian? I saw Damian’s shoulders tense, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I swear to God, Kason,” Damian warned, voice low and dangerous, “if you don’t fuck off…” “What? You gonna beat me again?” Kason sneered. “How’s your father gonna take it if you end up behind bars…again?”

There is only one person who Damon knows personally, who worked on the farm, Zyna! Have Dathan and I put her in trouble? Terrified of what could become of her when she's fired, I crept out of Damon's room, in search of Dathan. I ran wildly in the direction of his room. We hadn't spoken since that day, but with my friends well being on the line, I'd negotiate with the Devil himself. “Damon's firing Zyna from the farm.” I said as soon as I closed Dathan's door behind me. He sat at his piano, but wasn't playing, just looking outside.

Damon replied calmly. His voice wasn’t angry. But it was enough. My classmate gave me a small, awkward smile. “It was nice seeing you.” “You too,” I replied. And just like that, he left. The silence that followed was… thick. We resumed walking. “You were smiling brightly,” Damien said casually. I glanced at him. “What?” “When you were talking to him.” I blinked. “He’s an old classmate.” “Yes.” “That’s it.” “Yes.” But his jaw was slightly tighter than usual.

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”