Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

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.

Oh, well, this is a revelation then; we would share a home with his brothers. He turns to Dante. “Did you see DiMarco’s daughter? She’s a fine piece of work and I have my sights set on her with regards to you know what.” Domenico says and Dante shakes his head. “Let’s talk about that later,” Domenico says his goodbyes, and we continue to greet the rest of our family members. I met Dante’s youngest brother, Dario, as well - he was only 18. By the time we concluded with our welcoming, it was already 12pm, and I was starving.

"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.

"It's just that I feel like I don't know anything about you. I'm your friend, right? I don't even know what you did abroad. What your job is. You never talk to me about yourself." "Are you interested in me?" Damian asked. I knew he was just teasing me. And my sharp gaze made him understand. He chuckled and apologized. "Where to start? Um... Let's start our introduction from the beginning. My name is Damian Blackwood, I'm 29 years old. My job includes lyricist, composer, music producer. People know me more as Whitehollow than as Damian. You can type that name into a search engine and you'll find out more. Then... I came home for a vacation, but my grandfather gave me a task of making a demo s

Damian was another of my good friends that I made in the last three years. He was the gamma’s son and my next gamma when I get crowned as Alpha. He had blue eyes and dark blonde hair with a height of 6’3. He was a charmer and he loved to believe he was still eighteen years old. “I’m going to take a long nap,” I announced when we dropped everything in Aurora’s room. “Roe, are you sure you’re not pregnant or something? We will always be there for you, you know,” Damian mumbled when he took in all the things we bought.

Rula asked, looking at Damian with a warm gaze. The age difference between Damian and Fargo is only nine years. Fidelya got married at a very young age. No wonder the age difference between Damian and Fargo is not too far apart. Even Damian and Fidelya only have an age difference of nine years. Fidelya is much older than Damian. This is because Rula got married at a young age, even much younger than Fidelya's age when she got married. “I will get married when I really want to get married,” Damian replied coldly, with a blank expression.

“I know. Dad was pissed yesterday when he got the news.” Krista took my face in her hands. “Are you okay? He took it out on you, huh? That…that…” “Krista.” I gave her a hard look, cutting her off. “I’m fine. Alpha has been running him around and he is coming home more tired than I’ve ever seen. I think his age is finally catching up to him.” “Alpha Damian is technically the next generation. How old is your dad now?” I hummed, thinking as we walked to our biology class. “This year he will be forty-four.”

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

I ask him. “I have always wondered why you never asked. Damian asked years ago. But I will gladly share it with you,” he tells me. Shocking me that Damian knows and never mentioned anything. “I was born in London in 1930; I still recall the end of the Second World War, or as we know it to be, the end of the thousand-year war. I was so deeply affected by the events, bombs waking me up from sleep, friends losing their fathers and older brothers. I decided to train as hard as possible; I wanted to make a difference and save the world. I joined the military to protect the weak and save them all. I lied about my age and joined just before my 15th birthday. Soldiers were still being sent out on pe

We all turned to him. "David, you've been jealous of me ever since Loreine introduced us in Italy," Damian said with a beaming face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit on Loreine and even though Loreine is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, I'm not romantically interested in her. I already have a lover." "Are you serious?" I asked, happy for him. It meant I wouldn't have to comfort David every time he felt jealous of Damian.