Damiano David Relationships Novels & Stories

It was so easy to tell that they have such a great relationship because of how they laughed and joked around until he came to sit next to me. “Theodore will really love to meet you.” Betsy started again and I chuckled lightly. Damian placed his palm on my thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. Am I supposed to be feeling horny with his mother around? “He will never get to meet her.” He answered. The conversation went on and I finally figured out that Theodore was the name of his father and their relationship is quite rocky. “Oh, c’mon Damian, introduce her to the family. For my sake.” She pleaded but he stood his ground. He’s stubborn and even his mother knew better than to keep pressing on.

She was one of the few complications that became a mainstay and he has enjoyed every bit of her time for the past few months now. What started as a strictly platonic relationship had turned steamy as time went by and the bonds that held them together remained strong until the interference of Natasha and Jake, seeking to ruin what he had going on with Ava. But Damian was right about following your head and not your heart. He’d seen love ruin quite several men for good and while he sought a stable relationship as he approached his thirties, he wasn’t going to rush into one either. He might not be able to say the words Ava wanted to hear right now but she wouldn’t deny that he cared about her t

Damian was apparently having the same thoughts as me, because as soon as I was safely inside the car, he turned to the paparazzi. "It’s not the public’s business to know about what we're doing or what's going on in my personal life. But I do want to address one thing, as my wife’s name is being dragged in this entire situation. It's not fair for my wife to be treated harshly for decisions I've made in the past. Just to make things crystal clear. My first wife and I have been separate for a few years, and we are currently in the process of finalizing our divorce, so no, I do not have two wives! My one and only wife is Bianca- Salvatore Moretti."

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

he said bluntly. My mouth dropped open. “I don’t think this date is going to work out,” I said, grabbing my purse and about to leave. “Zara, sit,” he said, his tone not commanding but serious. “I mean no harm. I just wanted to know the woman my parents are giving my last name to.” “Well, I’m Zara. I just came out of a five-year relationship. That’s all you need to know, Mr. Kings.” “You still love him,” Damien said.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Whatever that they would touch will be spoiled. Damian was an actor and model. He liked to travel a lot and only comes back home when he didn’t have a project to work on. On the other hand Devin was a journalist, he was doing good and he was happy. But the beauty of it all was that these two loved their younger brother. Whoever wronged him will not have it easy.

"I met an old friend and he kept insisting that I stay with him for the rest of the night. I tried to refuse a bunch of times but he won't let me." "He?" Damian scoffed, "Was it really a guy?" He raised an eyebrow, internally slapping Peter's face because he already knew everything from Killian. "What do you mean?" The blond widened his eyes. "Nothing." Damian sighed. "I gotta go anyway." "Where are you going?" "Meeting my friend." Damian faked a smile and headed to the bus stop. "Which friend? Juliette? She's at the studio." Peter followed him. "I have other friends aside from Juliette," Damian said, coldly. "Very nice, gentle and handsome friends."

“He’s turning this into a war.” “He already has,” Nathan said. I looked up at him, my heart pounding. “Then we fight.” He met my eyes and gave a small nod. “We will. But you should know this isn’t about money. Damian’s using this to dig into everything about us, about you. Every file, every secret.” The paper trembled slightly in my hands. He added quietly, “He wants to drag you back into his world, Serena. Into the darkness you escaped.” I folded the summon slowly, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Then let him try.”

"You can't stand that I don't belong to you anymore. You can't stand that I have a new life." "That's not..." his voice was barely a whisper. "Then tell me," I looked at him coldly. "We were together for four years. Do you know my birthday? My favorite color? Do you have any idea what my dreams were?" Damien opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn't know. Any of it. Because he never cared about me. He only cared about my body, my obedience, and what I could do for him. "Elara."