Damian X Marinette Novels & Stories

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

"Alright, I'll follow your advice. After work, I'll stop by the pharmacy." "Oh, and ma'am," Samuel added. "Hmm... is there anything you wanted me to tell you?" Samuel picked up a file from the coffee table and handed it to Chloe. "As you requested, I've investigated who Damian Dimitri is." Chloe accepted the brown folder Samuel handed her, opened it, and began reading carefully. "Damian Dimitri is the firstborn of Thomas Altemose and Rose Valeria Martin." Samuel nodded. "It can be said that Mr. Damian is a close cousin of your husband. However, he is not part of the inheritance recipients of the Martin family because his father is not from the noble family line."

I didn't need to turn around to know who it was, but I did anyway. Damien lounged against the doorframe like he owned the place, all designer jeans and smirking face. The same look that used to make my heart race now just made me want to throw something. "What do you want and why are you here?" The words came out flat. He pushed off the frame, sauntering in. "Can't I visit my father's house? Maybe warn my ex about the man she's playing house with?" Marina's eyes went wide. She grabbed a stack of clothes and practically ran from the room, leaving me alone with the human equivalent of a migraine.

Damien said with dangerous tone and Jennet shivered in fear. Damien and Jennet went to Maria's brothel and she directed him to her room. Jennet threw Damien on bed and with her slender fingers she unbuttoned his shirt and dragged her hands on Damien's bare upper body. Jennet brought her lips closer to Damien's but he flipped their position and held her chin. "Dear Jennet! You know Damien Romano never kisses any woman." Damien said with a disdainful look.

The thought came quietly. That's how the dangerous ones always did. Damien was still in his office at almost eleven at night. The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the floor to ceiling windows, beautiful in the way things looked when they didn't care whether you were falling apart or not. Without really thinking about it, he opened his laptop. His fingers moved before his mind caught up. Mara Cross. He pressed Enter. Nothing. No social media. No interviews. No recent photos. No trace of the woman who had shared his breakfast table every morning for six years.

I said. Imran walked towards the table slowly, his eyes moving across the room first. He always did that now. Observed before speaking. Measured people carefully. Again, dangerous. He stopped beside me, glancing down at the papers scattered across the table. “What happened?” “Three shipments interrupted,” Dante explained. “Different locations.” Imran frowned slightly. “And you think it's connected?” “It is connected,” Marco said sharply. “We're trying to figure out who the fuck is responsible.”

"I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword pack. I reject you, Annie, as my mate. Everything between us is done." "Damon?" I blurted, my face washed with tears. "Do you really want to do this?"

"You know she deserves better." Damien chuckled dryly as he collected a glass of martini from the tray of a passing waiter, "Then, you can marry her." He muttered, glaring at Zaire over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his martini. There was an audible gasp from Rina who was scandalized at the statement. Zaire's jaw tightened and a muscle twitched dangerously in it. He glared daggers at Damien who returned it as well.

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.

“I couldn’t care less about being Luna. I was a rogue before coming here. My only concern is having a place to live and work. You all seem to only aspire to be Luna because the Alpha is attractive and has not shown interest in any woman since Selena, who was his mate. It’s as if you are all trying to be the one who fixes him. Mates are a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, so it’s unclear why you think he would pick any of you.” Just as Catrina was about to speak again, we heard footsteps approaching us from behind. Dane looked around at all of us and asked, “What the hell is going on?” The hall fell silent.