Damian X Jon Novels & Stories

Louis said after trying to look for a last name and there was nothing. “He wasn’t possessed that night, he was perfectly fine when he fucking tried to rape Juliette” Damian said looking very pissed and was about to storm out when Jordan held him. “Damian, what animal are you now?” Jordan said calmly to know if he should let Damian walk into a fight. “A wolf” Damian said and fangs grew out of his mouth. “Louis, Randall let’s go. Ashley, Tasha stay here with Juliette” Jordan said and the squad walked towards Sam’s table in the cafeteria with his friends.

"But I was wrong. You're just selfish, and even when you're kind, it's calculated. If I hadn't saved your life, would you ever have come back to beg me?" When I finished, Damian, a man over six feet tall, suddenly seemed to lose all support and slowly crumpled. "I-I swear I'll change, Carla." That was when Ryder kicked the locked door of the private room open and yelled, "Damian, I warned you to stay away from Carla, didn't I?" He rolled up his sleeves and seemed ready to strike his fists on Damian, but the latter looked completely resigned. He stood rooted to the spot and waited for the blow.

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"

“Your food is expensive, and also, you hide salt like it’s contraband.” They laughed. Jonah had sent a quick text: All proxies collapsed. Two arrests. Court date set. Beatrice had a list of restitution items. Victoria had already drafted a short public statement to close out the matter. Things were moving through the wheels of the world. Damian reached across the table and touched her hand with both of his. He had stopped wearing the armor he once favored; his sleeves were rolled up, and his neck was open. “If you let me in,” he said softly, “I will never take you for granted again.”

I was standing at the head of the camp when Caspian approached me, his face serious. “Rylan,” he said quietly, pulling me to my feet. “We have a problem.” I followed him to a quieter part of the camp, away from the others, my eyes scanning the area to make sure no one was listening. Caspian’s expression was grim, his jaw set tight. I knew this wasn’t going to be good news. “Jon,” he said, his voice low. “The boy. He’s been talking to Damian.” I scowled. Jon was one of the youngest rogues in our camp. Only sixteen. He had been training hard with my men, learning the ways of battle, but he was still just a boy. His loyalty should have been unquestionable, but now, I wasn’t so sure.

Whatever that they would touch will be spoiled. Damian was an actor and model. He liked to travel a lot and only comes back home when he didn’t have a project to work on. On the other hand Devin was a journalist, he was doing good and he was happy. But the beauty of it all was that these two loved their younger brother. Whoever wronged him will not have it easy.

Jamal grunted but didn't reply as he stumbled to his feet and mustered a weak smile, He knew something like this would happen so it wasn't a surprise. “A gift.” He repeated weakly, turning around and stumbling out of the room. Damian turned his attention back to the John and pushed up his chin so their eyes were on the same level. “Do you know who I am?” Damian asked softly. He shook his head. “Think, think hard.” Damian urged with a smile. “——” John mumbled incoherently “Speak up.” “Damian—Damian Moretti.” “Ohhh, So you know who I am.” Damian asked.

On the bright side I’m no longer horny, I’m sure I won’t be needing anything tonight. “So, we will see you inside.” Tyler nudges Cal to the door who hasn’t taken his eyes off Damian this whole time. What’s his deal? It’s not like we’ve hooked up lately. Yea when we were both in a dark place we comforted each other, okay we had sex, a lot of it. But that hasn’t happened in months. I wonder what’s up his ass. I give Tyler a look of thanks and an I owe you one when I look over at Damian who is fucking smirking at Cal like he won this round. Men, everything is a pissing contest.

Damian gave me a few thrusts before he came undone. He hugged me tightly as I panted, tears falling down my eyes. “I love you” He whispered. A loud knock came in immediately. I stood up, gathered my things, and scampered into the bathroom. I peeped through the door as Adrain walked in “I can perceive Selene’s scent in here, what were you both doing?” He asked, squinting his eyes at Damian. Damian cleared his throat, saying “Why are you here?” He asked. He scanned the room before returning his gaze to Damian “Dorathus has been apprehended” My eyes widened.

“It happens.” “Since when? Last I checked, you’ve been a vault since Isabel died.” Damian’s jaw tightened just slightly at the mention of his late wife, but his eyes didn’t waver. “That was then. This is now.” Lennox narrowed his eyes, a mix of curiosity and concern creeping in. “Who is she?” Damian didn’t hesitate. “Ximena Antonio.” Silence stretched between them for a full five seconds. “Wait—*the* Ximena Antonio?” Lennox asked, clearly stunned. “As in Miguel Ricardo’s ex-wife? That Ximena?”