Novel & Cerita Damiano David Age

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

“What?! With whose permission?!” “Mine of course,” Damian smirked. “I'm your guardian after all.” “Tsk,” Avery chuckled. “I'm 23 for love's sake! I don't need a guardian.” “Come on, ages are just numbers!” Damian laughed and turned to look at her. “You're still a kid here,” he said, pointing to her head. “And here.” he pointed to her heart. Avery frowned and rolled her eyes. “Where are we going, by the way?”

Arthur asks once more. Damian stopped for a moment and considered if he will tell Arthur. "17," he said, knowing Arthur would freak out. "Oh I see" Arthur stopped and looked at Damian after realizing what he said. "What?" He asked again. Damian looks at Arthur as if saying he won't repeat it anymore. Arthur gasped and covered his open mouth. "You can't be serious right?" Arthur asked again, trying to deny what he just heard. "Don't I look serious?" Damian asked and looked at Arthur with a piercing gaze.

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

"You're not a kid anymore. Never had a girlfriend, have you? Consider this a warm-up." Without waiting for an answer, he chose a woman with a nice body. She smoothed down her silver dress, swayed her hips, and sauntered over, settling next to Damian with a playful grin. When she saw his sharp features and clean-cut brows, her eyes lit up with delight. "Didn't expect to meet such a handsome young man. How old are you?" "I'm almost 20," Damian replied softly. "So, 19." The hostess leaned in closer. "Do you drink?"

But if she ever thought I was a threat… even by mistake… Yeah. No thanks. So when the classroom door opened and Damian walked in—with Leon right behind him—my whole body stiffened like it always does. Like it’s been trained to. Damian is Ava’s older brother. Twenty years old. Sharp-featured, all cocky grins and dark eyes that don’t hide how much he enjoys being cruel. He only ever pays attention to me when he’s bored and looking for something to kick. He usually finds me.

I hope everyone will take care of me in the future. David gave a brief introduction. Member 2: [Damn, you’re still in university? How old are you?] David: [I am 21] Member 2: [Gosh, you’re so young! Boss, where did you find this lunatic?] Leeman: [Don’t worry about where I found him. Communicate more in the future and strive to become an official member as soon as possible.]

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.

One question. I ask it out in the open to both of them. "Do you have any other children?" and I hope she says no. I want to believe I was their only child, so when she speaks, my bubble pops, and I find myself feeling deflated. "Yes. You have two brothers. Max and Killian," she says, and I want to laugh. "I have brothers..." I say, but the words feel forced. Not good. "They are 5 years older than you", Damiano says, and I have to blink at that. I am the youngest. They are both 5 years older than me.

Damien lowered his gaze and took a sip of the red wine. His movements were graceful and dignified, but Mr. Dickson and Ciara had no time to appreciate them. He glanced at Mr. Dickson, "Did you mention that you want to drink until I am content?" Mr. Dickson was momentarily shocked and inquired, "I'm not sure how much will satisfy you?" "I know that," chuckled the young man next to him. Mr. Dickson gazed at him and asked, "Please explain, Mr. Damien." The young man sitting next to Damien appeared to be only 23 years old, with a striking appearance and the cynicism of a family member in every gesture.