Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

He carried Maya bridal style and walked out of the apartment into his car as they drove to his mansion, where they all belonged, under one roof. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑. My name is David Michael Gandy, son of Oscar Gandy and late Doris Gandy. My mother died when I was just two years old of ovarian cancer. Three years later my father married the most kindest woman in existence and a year later my brother Collin was born. I know all of you might hate me now but I am not the villain and neither am I a hero.

Really gorgeous— if you looked beyond her expressionless face and cold disposition. Camille noticed the tiny drops of water he'd missed clinging to his creamy hard torso, but she focused on his eyes. "To me. . . you are." "How so?" "You're 24, Damien. I'm 33. Do the math." "I'll be 25 in a couple months. Besides, haven't you heard that age is just a number?"

I grinned "In the light of knowing your age, I'll say you should stop being a worrywart,.least you start growing grey hairs and fight less because you'll be running out of energy faster than we young people" He burst to laughter. Louder than the previous ones I've ever heard from him. He seemed very free and happy, not like the Boss of the underworld, not like the owner of a multimillion dollars company, Just Damien. The husband of Serena Rossi and the Father of Maria Genovese. That's who he looks like in this moment. It warmed something in my chest and I lifted my hand to rub it.

Damian grumbled, wanting to spill everything to Joshua, who still didn't know about his friend's secret. "Hahaha, you're like a teenager having a fight with his girlfriend. That definitely happened to me when I first met my mate. You have to grow up, Dario. You can't be so childish because you're already hundreds of years old". Joshua made a comment like that. "Did you say you were jealous? Who is Rachel close to?" said Joshua, looking at Damian for a moment. Damian seemed to stare back at him as he winced softly. "Don't tell me you're jealous that Rachel is close to her father because he's a boy?" Joshua said.

I wished someone would love me just as much as Damien and my parents loved her. This was Sophia’s and my first mating ceremony, but it was Damien’s second. The first one was when he was eighteen, but unfortunately, he didn’t find his mate. Obviously, his mate wasn’t of age yet or was not in the pack. I was only fifteen then, and Sophia was thirteen, so neither of us could participate. But now Damien is twenty-three, I’m twenty, and Sophia is eighteen, so Damien is certain that Sophia is his mate.

I felt exposed under his gaze, yet strangely powerful. Damon Torres didn’t look away. He held my eyes across the crowded terrace as he slowly raised his glass in a private toast, the corner of his mouth curving into a knowing, devastating smile. The golden Mediterranean sunset painted sharp shadows across his strong features, highlighting the silver threading through his dark hair and the confident set of his broad shoulders. He was older than Liam by at least fifteen years — early forties, I guessed — but carried himself with the kind of effortless authority that made every man around him seem like a boy.

"Next case." They walked out of the courthouse in silence. The sun was bright. The steps were crowded with people—lawyers, defendants, families waiting for their loved ones. Damian sat down on the stone railing and put his head in his hands. "Kids," Sebastian said. "She wants us to coach kids." "I heard." "I hate kids." Damian looked up. "You ARE a kid." "I'm twenty-nine years old." "You threw a zucchini in your pants at a grocery store. You sang Taylor Swift at karaoke. You got us pulled over for having sex in a car because you yelled 'bit busy, officer' at a cop." Damian stood up. "You are absolutely a child."

He asked, sitting on the desk in front of me. I was shaking, my hands were sweaty and my whole body was almost letting me out. I was more intimidated by Mr Damien than his goons. “I am twenty four”, I replied, again. “Very good! That means you are supposed to be an adult. At twenty four, you are still under the influence of your mom. Chole is five and she is doing better than this” he spat, harshly. His words were like sharp arrows thrown at me.

, Said the king as he opened the piece of paper and showed it to his trusted minister who was beside him. Everyone was taken aback, especially the ones who were against Damian being the next king. The papers were no ordinary, these were the records of all achievements Damian had gathered to date. Everything was recorded in it. The minister saw it and then passed it along for others to see as well. Damian had gone to the war when he was thirteen, defeated the king of war when fifteen, fight for his land for the next seven years repeatedly. He was on the battlefield all these years, but no one doubted him. And how could they when he concealed his identity and went to fight for his land?

I wonder what he is talking about. “For everyone's sake, I hope you are right." Damien spoke with something in his voice that I couldn't figure out. Sadness maybe? “How old are you?” Damien asked while he reached over to move my hair out of the way so he could, I’m assuming, look at something. “I just turned 18 today.” Talking made my jaw burn hot with pain. His touch slightly soothed it. There was a long pause before the tension in the air changed to confusion. "Uh, Jack?" Damien asked, his voice a mix of confusion and worry.