Damien Antichrist Novels & Stories

"My brother believed love could civilize power, that was Anton's flaw. He collected damaged creatures and convinced himself that protection made him moral. Rian, Ilyana, even Eli, for a time.” Damien emerged on my other side. "But he was still not better than me. Anton controlled through care while I control through honesty." "There is nothing honest about this." "On the contrary." Damien leaned slightly closer. "This room is the most honest place you have ever entered. No council performance, no household tenderness, no mate pretending anything, no father's legacy. Here, power admits what it is." I whinced in pain as the restraints dug deep into my wrist,

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

"Go ahead. It won't stop the ritual. It's already locked onto the baby. The only way to stop it now is to complete it or kill the mother." I felt it then. The truth hitting me like a tornado. The ritual would keep pulling until either it got what it wanted or I died. Those were the only two options. "There's always a third option," Dante said suddenly, moving forward. "There's always a way to break a ritual if you know what you're doing." "And you know what you're doing?" Malachar asked skeptically. "My sister was killed by suicide, her own suicide," Dante said, his voice tight. "I spent years learning how to counter it. How to reverse everything. How to—"

Under the robes he could see that she was slightly built but she kept her head bowed, allowing him a single glimpse of a pale face under flowing black and white. Unmoved by her pious attitude, Damian leaned back in his chair and scrutinised his unwanted visitor. ‘If you’re expecting me to confess my sins then I should probably tell you that my next appointment is in an hour and that is nowhere near long enough for me to tell you all the bad things I’ve done in my life. On the other hand if you’re about to beg for cash then you should know that all my charitable donations are handled through my lawyers, via a separate part of my company. I just make the money. I leave other people to spend it

As he watched the man let out a sinister smile appear as he turned back. “Soon. soon. there was no rush. All good things come to those who wait. All he had to do was to wait for his special informant to appear and their plans will finally be in motion.” He thought to himself as he walked away towards a group of four similarly cloaked figures ahead of him.

His parents were dead. He wanted to be anywhere they were. Someone pulled him into the woods and closed his mouth. PRESENT DAY. *DAMIEN* I jerked awake and found my whole body convulsing. I was having a panick attack as a result of that night...that memory...that memory that always torments me. That memory that has made me a hundred shades of fuck-ups. I shakily reached for my drawer and brought out an injection. Drugs no longer cool off my panick attacks.

"Weren't you two enemies in the great wars between races in the past? How did you end up gaining such high authority by disguised as me?" Damien took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out of the box, and sandwiched the filter between his upper and lower lips. He lit the end of the cigarette with the lighter and sucked the pleasure smoke into his lungs before exhaling it calmly into the air. "I said that I also like living weapons experiments. By forcing the race of demon spirits into one's soul." "And you think Aaron will believe your bullshit?"

I had to quickly think of how to keep him close, that was how I told him I was a lesbian, so he won't have issues with being with me. I had to listen to him talk about his Erica every time I went visiting him, I pretended to give him a listening ear when in my deepest of hearts, I wanted him for myself. Who wouldn't love or want Damian Anderson? He is tall, he is handsome, caring, and to top the chart, he is a secret billionaire. Who needs love when there is so much money flying around. Damian is a big spender and he has unknowingly been helping me sponsor my secret addiction. With the global economic meltdown, the price of purchasing coke and other hard drugs from the street has tripled. My

"She is the most dangerous kind of person, the kind who is genuinely good at what she does and genuinely means it. If you go into this treating her like a piece on a board…" "I'm not," Damien said. "Then what are you doing?" He didn't answer immediately. He crossed to the desk. Sat down. Opened his laptop and the file he had opened more times than he would ever admit to anyone. Old photographs. Financial records. His father's name threaded through everything like a wound that wouldn't close. And at the bottom of the folder, a subfolder he had never shown anyone. Labelled with a single initial. A. Three years of careful quiet watching. A woman on the other side of a charity event room laughin