Damian X Jon Novels & Stories

Linny was already half dressed when he came in. His eyes held this twinkle in them. " Damian, I don't think we should do this" He didn't respond but looked at her instead like she was some meal of some sort. "I will do with you as I please" he roared. Linny whimpered. Damian was relentless as he walked around her sniffing and drawing in her scent. There was an unfamiliar scent around her. " Who have you been with?" he demanded.

The Cicconis do not live in VINCENT DANZAville, and KY knows that VINCENT DANZA banned them from the area while having KY on a hit list. "How many people you gotta rob to get a crib like this?" DAMON asks with a screwed-up face.KY'S face contorts, but KY decides not to inform him as to what ISAAC actually spends most of his time doing—murdering. It's best at his age that he thinks the mafia just rob people.

"I'm here to support my wife at her commendation ceremony." "That's impossible!" Damian's face twisted in fury as he stormed forward, trying to tear us apart. "Evelyn is my fiancee! She's here to marry me!" Before he could even touch me, the bodyguards standing behind Sebastian stepped up and pinned him to the floor. Damian had been out of the military for four years, and his fitness was nowhere near what it used to be. His cheek rubbed against the carpet, his suit wrinkled, leaving him looking thoroughly pathetic.

Astonishing. "What's his name, this charming young man?" Mama teases, playfully pinching me. "Damon," "Damon? Sexy name," "Well . . . you can only imagine," "Mmhm, I really like where this is going. Did you sleep with him yet?" "Mama!"

Her limits. “Why?” she whispered, throat tight. “Because you’re not just the conclusion, Lydia. You’re the key. The entire project was designed around you.” Her knees went weak, but Jaxon caught her before she could fall. “I need you to listen carefully,” he said, eyes intense. “Damian didn’t tell you the truth because he’s in too deep. He fell for you, yes. But he also signed a contract he can’t break. He’s in this with people much darker than me.”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

“Leave him out of this.” “Liana,” his voice softens as his eyes meet mine. “Your son is safe. On that, I give ye my word.” I pull Mattew into my side, wanting so badly to believe it’s true but Damian can see my doubt isn’t going anywhere, and he takes matters into his own hands, kneeling down so he’s face to face with my baby. “Hello there, how are you” He ruffles Mattew hair with his big hand. “My name is Damian, what’s yours?”

He frowned as he carefully examined the document and didn’t appear to want to be bothered by anyone. Spencer had been waiting patiently. After looking up and counting the golden pendants on the crystal chandelier above, he lost all his patience. “Why did you bring me here?” He asked. Damian had just turned the final page of his paper when Spencer asked him the question. With a friendly fake smile on his face, Damian stood up, leaned back, and said to Spencer seriously, “Spencer Jones, I know who you are!”

Her heartbeat was fast and the pain was strong yet again with the memories of him with other girls. "I was just talking to Raven," Roman replied, "Is that so, you two know each other?" Damien replied and Raven couldn't pick any emotion in his voice. She carried on chopping her ingredients. "Yeah, we met outside at night," Roman replied. "Are you done talking to her?" Damien asked. "Not quite but we can carry this on another time," Roman replied. Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close.

Jacob was now frightened—Adrian’s gaze was strong and cold, his eyes turning red as if tears might come. “You fool! Let go now!” a voice barked from behind. It was Damian, wearing a cold expression. “Don’t you know Jacob’s from the Xanders family? Do you have a death wish?” he shouted angrily. Just before the scene started, Damian had been ready to kneel and propose a surprise to Lyra in the middle of the celebration. He wanted to see the look on Adrian’s face, to see his reaction. But now this—this mess. It seemed like he wouldn’t get that chance after all if Jacob gets his family guards it won’t just be Adrian’s issue because everyone wouldn’t want to get implicated and they’d have to leav