Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

Alicia reminded him, watching Damian's expression closely. "Anxiety? Why? This is the best news I've received in my entire 28 years of existence," Damian raised an eyebrow and smiled genuinely at her, his sincerity shaming Alicia for doubting the joy he had just displayed in front of her father. So he was 28 years old, the same age as Tobias. That was a new revelation, Alicia thought to herself. She gathered her thoughts and continued, "I'm aware that your Moon Halo Pack has many strong and intelligent Rogues, even though I've only met three of your betas. Each one of them possesses remarkable abilities. I'm certain that the rest of your pack members are equally formidable."

Brittany frowned at Dom. “Me and Dom, verse Damian and Brittany?” “Perfect!” Brittany smiled. “Dom can guard Damian and I can guard you!” that way it kept me from touching Damian. Damian slid into the water and made his way to the other side to start the game. “Sounds good. Ready ol’ man?” “Old man? I am only two years older than you!” Dom stood at his full height as he approached Damian.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

Unfortunately, the person sitting across from me was Damiano, and Damiano had the attention span of a goldfish whenever he wasn't talking about himself. "So," I said, leaning forward slightly while watching him play with the straw in his drink, "do you remember anything from when we were teenagers?" Damiano frowned dramatically and rested his chin on his hand as though I had just asked him to solve world hunger. "Of course I do," he said confidently. "Really?" I asked, feeling a little hopeful. "Absolutely." "Then tell me." He sat up straighter, looking unusually serious. "You wore braces." "I never wore braces."

I stepped back, mortified. He shrugged and reclined on his chair. " I am David Skywalker." " Damian has a twin?!" My eyes popped in disbelief. " No. He is a triplet." A cold voice washed down my core and drove shivers up my spine. It would be hard to miss. Anywhere at all. After that night, I never imagined seeing him any where. Especially not here. I was too ashamed to turn. But with my face disfigured, I doubt he would recognize me. Well, I didn't see his face either. I just have to pretend —

“Wait, How old is he? And when do we get to meet our young master?” Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. “He’s five,” he answered calmly. The reaction was immediate chaos. “Five?!” “He’s five and we didn’t know about him until now?!” “We demand visitation rights!” “Boss, this is betrayal!” Damian sighed in annoyance. “As for when you will meet him,” he added casually, “that depends on how fast you complete the task I just assigned.” Instant silence. Then— “Understood!” “Consider them finished!” “They’ll be bankrupt before morning!” “Not a single penny will be left to their name!” “They dared bully our young master?!” “This is war!”

The Wrong that felt Right. Damian's POV My name is Damian Vale. I'm twenty-five years old and the only son of industrialist Maxwell Vale. I'm the heir to a huge fortune that can buy politicians and banks. When people hear my name, they think of power, beauty, and honor. But they failed to see the cage.

He looked like your typical boy next door and not one you would see battling for revenge. "Oooh," he grinned. "You're mesmerized, aren't you?" "Fuck off!" I snapped. "Gladly," he chuckled and turned to go. "Move and I'll gladly pummel you to bits." I threatened. "Who the hell are you?" He sighed. "I'm Damian. D for short. Shall I tell you my middle name, where I live, and place of birth?" "I detest talkative. The only thing saving you right now is my lack of a gun." I spat.