Novelas y relatos de Damien Crowe

“Tell me more about Crowe. About your brother. I need to understand what we’re really fighting against.” Damien was silent for a long moment. He rarely spoke about his past. The walls he had built were thick, reinforced by years of loss and ambition. Tonight, though, something in his expression cracked. “My brother, Lucas, was two years younger,” he began, voice low and rough. “Our mother was dying of cancer. No money, no insurance. Lucas got involved with the wrong crowd trying to help pay for her medicine. Elias Crowe was the ringleader — charming, reckless, always looking for the next score. I begged Lucas to stay out of it. I was already working two jobs, trying to get us out.”

" Damian frowned, ready to snap back. But as his eyes caught the documents in the manager's hands, he froze. "The Ms. Rowan you're talking about… Is it Evelyn Rowan?" A life-sized banner stood nearby, displaying a photograph I had taken amid gunfire and explosions. My name was printed in bold letters right next to the headline about my award. Before Damian could process it, the hotel manager glanced at the wedding sign and put the pieces together.

I sat down on the edge of the mattress in the dark and rested my hand on his hair. Even in one of the resort's fifteen premium lodges, it was the loneliest room I had ever sat in. Tristan breathed slow and warm beneath my palm, entirely unaware that his whole world had just shifted. --- My phone lit up at seven the next morning, before Tristan had stirred. Cam had started a group video call, with Felix, Jax and Rico all stacked in tiny squares. "Good morning!" Cam's face filled the top left, bright and awake in a way that should be illegal before coffee. "Update. Immediately. Did you get laid?"

“Gale, can you help me with something, please?” “Here.” Damien places the water down beside my plate and I shake my head at Damien when I feel him trying to open the mindlink again. “He is the spitting image of Coal.” I hear Flame’s hushed voice from the other room. “Like actually identical, down to the dimple in his cheek and the flecks of black in his irises.” “He is fit. Is that why you’re acting so crazy?” Her friend replies. “I’m not sure how it’ll work since Darius likes you, but I say, if you want to pull him, go for it.”

“Is there any one who would like to challenge Beta Kendra Silvercrest for the position of Beta?” A tall, burly, full bearded giant of a man stepped forward, shaped like a sumo wrestler, but surprisingly agile for a man his size. Damien was his name, and once Killian’s eyes chanced in him, a silent snarl escaped his lips, for Damien was one of the notorious wolves who ran in the pack, but he was a valuable asset to the pack, and had never really blantantly gotten out of line until now. You want to know the funny part?

~Avery~ ’You need to wake up’ I slowly opened my eyes, and before me stood Crow with a soft smile on his face. His eyes looked kind and delicate. ’I’m awake’ I said with furrowed brows and a dizzy mind. ’No, sweetheart, you need to wake up, you’re asleep’ I turned my head and saw the hospital room, Crow came and sat down on the bed. ’You met Damien’ he said. I smiled when I remembered my brother, I wondered what happened to him, where was he?

Chloe replied “Amara wanted me to set her up with Jacob, Jacob knight used to frequently visit our ‘The Night Ace’ and I was his one of favorite private dancer, I warned Amara about Jacob and his dangerous personality however she was determined on her words, I had no option but agree with her, following that day she started regularly visiting our club… we both patiently waited for Jacob to visit but unfortunately we never saw him in spite the person who we saw was Adrain Knight…. younger brother and one of Casanova known all around New York…. seeing no sign from Jacob Amara asked to me to set her up with Adrain and I followed her order, I lured Adrian to have my private dance but Amara was t

, I say quietly. “That was his bad, Amory”, says Liam. “I don’t give a fuck how rich you are, you’re more rare than that pink diamond on your neck! He should never have cheated on you, he doesn’t even deserve a second chance and he’s lucky you’re even saying boo to his ass right now”.

Lia was happy she has not lost her touch yet. Meanwhile at the tower.. Prince Damian was standing by the window when someone walked towards him.. He knew who that was because he could recognize the scent anyway and didn't bother to turn around.. "The crown prince and his army are advancing really fast, your Highness." Evie spoke with a smile plastered on her face... "You shouldn't be here." Damian said with a low growl.. "Why? Are you scared of what I would do to your little toy?" Evelyn was dressed up like someone ready for battle.

Was there truly a traitor among them, working from within the school’s walls? Suddenly, a timid voice broke through the tension, drawing all eyes to its source. It was a young girl standing near the front of the crowd, her voice barely above a whisper. “M-my name is Leona Nightingale,” she stammered, her eyes wide with fear. “I-I am part of The Averrant.” Before anyone could react, Caleb’s katana flashed in the air, and with a swift movement, he struck down Leona. Shock rippled through the crowd as her body fell to the ground, blood staining the earth beneath her.