Damian X Marinette Novels & Stories

Before Glara could move towards the designated table, a loud laughter interrupted her. "Hahaha! Look who's standing in front of me!" Damian taunted, laughing and clapping. Glara remained silent, staring flatly at Damian, waiting for the next move from her still-husband. "Dear, why bother talking to her?" a sexy woman standing beside him intimately wrapped her arms around the man in a black suit. Damian kissed the top of Marta's head. "Perhaps to see this woman humbling herself, begging for a job maybe? Or pleading for a monthly allowance to take care of that sick child."

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

I look at her curiously but she waves at me in a way saying to pay attention to Spin and not her. I’m being pulled by Spin to turn toward him, but when I do, he’s on his knee in front of me. He looks like he’s sweating bricks as his skin is glistening in the light of the fire pit beside us. He clears his throat and says, “Loyalty, from the moment I first saw you in the kitchen at that party I knew I wanted you. I had to have you! I didn’t think twice about diving into that freezing cold water to save your life, because living in a world where you didn’t exist was no longer an option for me. I know I didn’t give you a choice to be with me at first, but I’m giving you one now”, he holds up a b

he finally said. " Is it because of her that you do not want to go on any of the blind dates I set up for you?. " No" came the short reply. " You are already thirty one Damian Martins, you better behave and bring home a wife and until you do so,better start going on those blind dates" , saying that, he stood up and left. Damian came out of the shower, his hair was still dripping wet when his phone buzzed. It was a message from Rubby about work, he read it and kept the phone. His mind drifted to the conversation he had with Amy earlier.

We weren’t in high school anymore where being friends will the cool kids got you places, but we were adults who knew what we wanted out of our lives and knew how to get there. “Alright then,” Damien surprised me by holding out his hand for me to take. “My name is Damien Romano and I’m a lawyer. I’m currently working in Montana but I will be moving to LA shortly. I am also a divorcee, which is epic considering that I’m a divorce lawyer and have successfully freed two hundred and seventy nine couples from their miserable marriages.”

“Then give them a task. Send them on searches. Half the reason she is the only one is because nobody is doing their damn job. They are sitting there, fucking around, eye-fucking her and not doing shit. There are three times as many people hanging around here, which is gaining attention. Cut down on the crew and send the rest to guard the incoming shipment. Just get them the fuck out of here.” “How many?” Marco asked. “Seventy-five percent.” “That’s a lot, Dom.” Their voices lowered, and I missed some of what they were saying before I heard a voice that was clearly Marco’s. “I’ll get it done,” Marco assured. “Good.” A shuffle of feet and Domenico appeared in front of me, alone. I watched as t

The elderly woman offered Damian a polite smile. "There is no need to worry." She extended her hand. "My name is Margaret." Damian shook it politely. "Damian Blackwood." A look of recognition crossed Margaret's face. "I know who you are." She smiled gently. "I used to volunteer at one of the children's homes your parents supported many years ago." Damian's expression softened. "I've heard my parents mention your name before." Margaret nodded. "They were wonderful people." "They helped many children who had nowhere else to go."

Mariana Adams' Point of View "The girl's name is Victoria…" he said while brushing my hair. "She's Damien's fiance. Damien is one of the underbosses in my group and possesses a higher rank than Lorenzo and the others you see in this mansion." Damien is the man I've seen last time along with Victoria. I witnessed their proposal and reckoning things back, my cheeks turned red due to abrupt shame. "Can you tell me more?" I inquired softly.

Sophia The email from Hart Global sat in my inbox like a ticking bomb. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the final line again. Mr. Damien specifically requested your attendance. Not Bennett Accounting, not one of our executives. Me! I didn't know why that bothered me so much. Maybe because I'd spent years watching powerful men use influence like a weapon. Maybe because Damien Hart have looked straight through me during our first meeting, as though he already knew things I hadn't discovered yet.

“I ran away from my fiancé.” She stayed silent, waiting for me to continue. “He used to be everything I wanted…” I said quietly. “Until he wasn’t.” Mara shook her head, pity filling her expression. “You’ve got terrible taste in men.” A laugh slipped out of me. I definitely hadn’t expected that reaction. “Honestly…” I muttered. “I don’t disagree.” “Damian Cross,” I added. “That’s his name.” Mara grimaced. “Pathetic.” I almost smiled.