Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

"You can't compete with me, Amar. Damien loves me more and more." "Forever more, uhm?" "I love you both, mom. Equally", Damien shouted into the phone. "You see?" I tried to imagine the way he would be peeking at me. "He's still a kid. He doesn't know he loves me more. Besides, I'm sure he is saying this because you are near him." "Oh, Nina", my heart fluttered at that instant. When was the last time Amar called me by my name? "Damien is 21. He is no longer a kid. He had sex with a girl yesterday and she is already puking around."

Celia’s POV “Hold the headboard. Don’t let go.” My stepbrother’s voice was low and absolute. I was already on my knees in the center of his bed, naked, heart racing. The wooden headboard was cool under my palms when I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around the top rail. I was nineteen. Damian was twenty-five. Mom and his father were two floors down at a late dinner with friends. The house was ours for at least another three hours. That knowledge made every order he gave feel heavier.

"She looks really young." "Yes, she is." Dante sat back in his seat. "We met when she was eighteen and still in high school." Dante smiled to himself. "She's grown since then. She'll be turning twenty-four in September." "That's quite the age gap if you think about it." Damion mentioned as he picked up a slice of pepperoni and sausage. "I believe I don't compare while having a Demon sitting with us." Dante retorted as he picked up a slice of Hawaiian. "You've been around far longer than I have."

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

It was as if he was staring at me. No no no.... It can't be.... I switched off the TV and ran to the room and brought out my laptop..... I typed 'DAMIAN SALVATORE' into the search bar Numerous articles relating to him displayed I read some and proceeded to check his pictures... He looks more cute in pictures... An article caught my eyes... NYC's sweetheart and youngest billionaire DAMIAN SALVATORE at 28 still yet to marry What? Are they for real?! Is he gay?

"You understand my situation and are very much aware of how dangerous it is for you to keep coming here." "You need not bother yourself about that. Besides, I look fine. Do I look like who's dying anytime soon?" Mark asked, assessing himself. He couldn't tell the same for Damien, though. With the appearance of a twenty-five-year-old, tall, domineering, he was, in fact, old. Damien was times six of the present age, he was assuming. Mark was right, Damien mused. He looked hale and hearty and wasn't even exhibiting any of the symptoms of the others.

Damian laughed at her words. "No..." "Why ?... I am a strong girl I will always protect you.." She said cutely looking at him with her dove like grey eyes... "I know you are a strong girl but you are so small, i can't marry you now..." 10 years old Damian replied looking at her cute face with adoration... "Ohh, then when I become a big girl, will you marry me then ?" She again asked him with hope filled eyes... He grinned listening her words... "Yes I will marry you, you will be my only queen..."

Damien isn't wrong as I was truly regarded throughout his study as the golden boy of our batch. The perfect student, Adrian Gabriel Raines, my professors branded me as a medical genius, well not to brag but my IQ score is 211. I am one of the world's youngest Andrologist and urologists holding two licenses at the age of 26, and I am also a social media fitness coach. My appearance isn't far from Damien, I have chiseled features having a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and piercing hazel brown eyes. A sensual lips, that others say to be full and inviting. I had a toned physique: a chiseled abs and a broad chest and shoulders. Standing at 6'1" with blond, perfectly messy styled hair.

"They're happy for us. You don't need to feel guilty at all." "Can I ask you something?" asked Gretchen as she played with the sparse black hair on his chest. "217," said Damien. Gretchen pushed herself up on her elbow. "Are you fucking serious? You're 217 years old?" Damien smiled and nodded. "I am serious." "Well, you look pretty goddamn good, let me tell you." Gretchen laid her chin on his chest and looked in his eyes. "Thank you," he said as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

“Well, maybe I am not ready for it, Zara. Gosh! I can’t. The thought alone overwhelmed me.” “Are you kidding me? You are eighteen, darling! Why are you starving the young man? He might have stopped having s3x since you two got married,” I shrugged “It’s no big deal,” “Are you kidding me now? It might not be a big deal for you, but the news have it that Damian is a s3x freak! He is rumoured to have bedded a lot of women in his world tours,” “Gross! I don’t want to hear anymore,” I said, shutting my ears with my hands.