Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

"I'm not sure I've earned the title of Father given what you're about to hear." "Tell me about your past." David's pen was poised above his notebook. "Before you came to Bellmare, before you became a priest, who were you?" Damien took a breath and I squeezed his hand, silently reminding him I was there, that whatever he said I wasn't going anywhere. "I was a criminal. I worked for an organization that specialized in intimidation and violence, doing whatever my boss needed done without asking questions about morality or consequences." "What kind of violence?" David's expression remained neutral but I saw him write something quickly.

“A gun.” “I know what you meant.” Nikolai’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Like boom boom!” Damian immediately glanced across the room. Sera was still talking to the doctors. Good. He lowered his voice. “Your mother would kill me.” Nikolai waved a dismissive hand. “She doesn’t need to know.” Damian stared at him. “You’re six.” “I’m almost seven in a year.” “That doesn’t help your case.” Nikolai crossed his arms.

Aria's POV Damian smirked, tilting his head just a little. That smirk wasn’t kind, it was wicked. "You look young. What’s your name?" "Aria." "And how old are you, Aria?" "Twenty-four." He chuckled, but it wasn’t amused. It was low and laced with warning. "You’re drunk, Miss Aria. You don’t know what you’re doing. You should go home and sleep this off." He turned to leave.

, he nodded. “ I am Mr Davids, your attorney”, I stretched my hand to him before taking the seat opposite him. He looked young, not too young, but seemed around twenty or twenty-one, but I was startled when I checked my file later and realized that he was actually Thirty-two. He was surely an anti-aging human being because that shit just wasn't possible. He could've easily passed off as a highschool student. I was pretty sure that he was always asked for his I.D each time he went to a convenience store to grab a beer.

His father had already told him to come home for urgent matters, but it seemed more like they were celebrating as they all looked happy. Lady Mallory was Damian's stepmother, but she treated him as her son. However, she had her own son who was five years younger than Damian, Damon Tucker. He was a 28-year-old guy and lived abroad. "Welcome home, Damian. Come have a seat. We have been expecting your arrival," Mr. Mark said, smiling as he gestured for Damian to have a seat in the vast living room. Across from Mr. Mark sat Mr. Troy and his daughter, Maria Milian. She was a 25-year-old plastic surgeon with beautiful fair skin and long blonde hair. Maria wore a black dress with a V-neck that reve

But Damian didn't seem to mind my questions, in fact, he looked a little too happy that I'd asked. There's an intense heat in his eyes when his lips fall apart with words. “Since you truly became of age,” he confesses. “Since you… truly become… a woman.” That's a little over a month now. It was his turn to swallow and he does so, so beautifully. His adam's apple bobs with the motion and it takes a full minute to snap out of my sudden trance. I look back up at him when I feel his heavy breath on my skin, his eye are a beautiful shade of lava fire.

The guard ran to carry out the eldest prince's command. "Adro, are you sure about doing this yourself? If father and mother find out, you will be done," Damian said, pulling his brother’s shoulder again. He stared at him with wide eyes and panting breath. However, Adro chuckled while lightly patting his twenty-two-year-old brother's shoulder. "I'm mature enough to judge how I should handle myself, Damian. I'm no longer at an age to worry about scolding from my parents." Damian snorted with a sardonic look at his older brother. "How arrogant,"

It has been less than a year and Damien is looking like a Greek God already. "wow this guy is terrifying, Luca said" I agree with him, we all command power but this guy at his age, I bet after his training none of us can compete with him. "He is the son of Maria and a dangerous mafia leader, do you think he will look weak," Mrs Andriano asked. I hugged my wife and kissed her, you got me worried. "I am here now" Don't ever repeat that "yes sir" Damian shakes hands with his uncle first then Mrs Andriano pulled him to her side and hugged him.

King Damian's POV I am Twenty-Eight years of age, I have been waiting for my Queen for far too long, I try my best not to envious when those around me find their mates and go on living happily while I was just hanging around, living a routine life, work, meetings, meals, workout, work, meal, work, meal, sleep and repeat, of course there are showers and bathroom breaks in between. My parents have tried to convince me to have a chosen queen, there are women around my castle 24/7 trying to catch my attention but I'm doing my best to be patient, the Moon Goddess would not send me here to rule were-dom and leave me mate less, I refuse to believe it.

"He is only seventeen but looks Knox's age." Knox gaped as he stared at Willow. "Damien is how old?" "Dami is seventeen." Mathew laughed as he made his way to the kitchen. "It really is hard to believe. He will be here in a couple of hours after school." "What else do I not know?" Knox asked.