Damien Haas Age Novels & Stories

Lucas smirked trying to get his attention. "I didn't summon you. I asked you to come." "That's what a summons is." Damien finally looked up. He studied his friend for a moment the way he studied most things without hurry and without giving away what he was thinking, "April Sterling," he said while Lucas rolled his eyes. “Yeah…” "She's seventeen," Damien said. "I know how old she is." "Then explain to me what you're doing." Lucas shifted slightly. "It's not what it looks like."

She sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him. “Can I ask you something?” she said softly. “Anything.” “When did it start?” she asked. “Your condition. When was your first reaction?” Damian was quiet for a long moment. He looked down at his hands. “I was sixteen,” he said, his voice low. “My parents died in a car crash. I was at school when they called. Just… a phone call. ‘Your parents are gone.’ No warning. No goodbye. Just gone.” Her chest tightened.

“He’s just someone I trust.” A few minutes later, we were in Dr. Harris’s office. The man looked to be in his late forties, with kind eyes behind thin glasses. He smiled warmly when he saw Damien. “You again. What’s it been, six months?” “Five,” Damien corrected with a grin. Dr. Harris chuckled, then turned his attention to me. “And who’s this?” “This is Macey,” Damien said, his tone softening in a way that made my heart flip. “She’s not feeling too great.”

I was going to be choosing, eyes open, a man I'd told myself I was only pretending to want. Griffith walked me out after the meeting broke up, and at the elevator he hesitated, the careful neutrality of a lawyer slipping for just a moment. "For what it's worth, Ms Bennett, I've known Damien since he was twenty-four years old, burying his father and trying to hold a company together with both hands. I've never seen him move this fast for anything. Not once." "Is that meant to reassure me, or warn me?"

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

Alicia reminded him, watching Damian's expression closely. "Anxiety? Why? This is the best news I've received in my entire 28 years of existence," Damian raised an eyebrow and smiled genuinely at her, his sincerity shaming Alicia for doubting the joy he had just displayed in front of her father. So he was 28 years old, the same age as Tobias. That was a new revelation, Alicia thought to herself. She gathered her thoughts and continued, "I'm aware that your Moon Halo Pack has many strong and intelligent Rogues, even though I've only met three of your betas. Each one of them possesses remarkable abilities. I'm certain that the rest of your pack members are equally formidable."

He offered to the kid. “I’m Damien…Ummm…” He paused as if he couldn’t think of his last name. “Just Damien.” “I’m Jason, and this is my future brother-in-law, Antonio. I told him about the car you had and he wanted to see it for himself. Damien here is just nineteen. Reminds me a lot of myself at that age.” That caused Damien to smile wider. “Really? Nah, I’m sure you’re living your dream now with a family and all.”

"Well, what do you know so far?" "Hes a head manager at some insurance company, he has been super nice to my mom and overly nice to me. His favourite colour is green, favourite flavoured ice-cream is mint and they've been dating for six months apparently. Why I'm only finding out of their "strong" relationship now, only God knows!" "May I be honest with you?" "Go ahead," Ashleigh sighed. "I think you should give him a chance," Damien stated. "A chance?!"

Tempest asked; a black haired, dark skinned beauty who could mesmerize anyone with her face. Damien waited for the doors to be shut again before he answered. “I will be gone for the next two months. I have certain things to take care of.” “Does this have to do with your attack last night?” Demitri, I was learning, was the most trusted member within the group and Damien’s right hand. I’d heard rumors that they had been friends since they were kids, which means that Demitri just might be over eight hundred years old. “Yes.” Damien confirmed. “But I don’t want any of you involved in this fight.”

Her stepmom had told her she was getting married to Damian Wilson in a few days and although Layla did not have a boyfriend she was not ready to get married at nineteen. Damian is the only son of her late dad’s friend Mr. Wilson. Layla has known Damian since she was a kid, Damian was older than her by six years and back then anytime Layla came around to play with Kendra, Damian’s sister, He usually hides in his room because of his body. Most kids in his school back then do call him “ fatty” Damian was a plus size back then and was always ashamed to associate with others but it all came to a halt when he traveled abroad to further his education.