Damien Haas Age Novels & Stories

I asked in annoyance. “His name is Damian Zade. Canadian origins. Not married, no children, gay judging by the intimate photos we saw of him kissing another man or men actually. His younger brother is named Daniel, he is his right hand man. We couldn’t find any addresses though. Only pictures of them” he said as he dropped two photos on the table in front of us. We all leaned closer to take a look at them. Their names were written on the side of their photos. Damian was apparently in his forties.

Dean complained. Haisley smiled and then reached out her hand, rubbing Dean's arm. "He is indeed young, Dean, dear," she said mischievously. "Maybe around twenty-eight or so. Definitely not over thirty." Haisley replied hesitantly. "He's a local guy, and he's handsome too, right?" she teased, making Dean blush. "Don't tell me you're messing around behind Dean's back, Haisley?" Gilbert teased again. Haisley instantly looked at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Blake said, throwing the juice box to the floor, while storming out to the entrance door. Damian sighed with his eyes closed, turned to give Cassie his back, and murmured a hushed “Fuck.” But Cassie just stared at him, with sorry in her eyes. “He’s had a hard time without his mother,” said Damian, still giving Cassie his back, “The day he turned ten, he remembered that his mother died while giving birth to him.” He paused, “That made him kind of moody before puberty.” Damian chuckled. Cassie made a soft chuckle, but her face went straight to worry again, “He seems very attached to you.” Cassie said, looking where Blake had stormed off, then back at Damian.

“As long as you don’t wander off alone.” “Then why did you stop me and Garbie?” I shot back, my arms tightening the blanket over my chest. Damien closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead as if trying to fend off a headache. When he opened them again, there was a new edge to his voice. “How old are you, Keilah?” I furrowed my brow, confused and annoyed by the sudden shift in topic. “What does my age have to do with the conversation we’re having? Of course, I’m old enough—”

"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.

" she said smilling at Arrya. "OK thank you" Arrya said and immediately left to get prepare for her new beginning... Inside a beautiful luxury designed office, a tall broad shoulder man of his late twenties with a beautiful jet black hair was standing to the down to ceiling window of his office as he talk on phone with his mother. "Mom please just stop it, alright I will get married when I find love alright..." Damien said to his mother on the phone "Honey you ain't getting younger you will be 29 in two months time, I need little Damien and Elena is ready to be your wife" Mrs Willington said to her son

What could he have done that was so bad to land himself in these contracts? "Jarvis, tell me everything you can about my newly assigned contract." I asked. "Damien, who goes by only Damien and doesn't entertain a surname, was born Human in 1834. He was turned by an unknown Vampire at the young age of 28. The reason why is unknown. He has no family, no lineage, no heir. He lives currently in Maine, but originated in England. He owns Edge Enterprises, which specializes in programming for artificial intelligence. His programs are widely used in a variety of applications, including those utilized by The Academy. I was created by Damien as well. Much else about him is unknown, he seems to be a ve

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

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.

He asked as she kept pacing. “Good.” “Anything I should know of?” “No, everything is okay.” “Can I ask you something?” She asked and he nodded. “So Chloe told me that you were ten years old fifteen years ago and Naomi was twenty five and I look exactly like her, you are obsessed with me so that means you were also obsessed with Naomi fifteen years ago so why will ten year old be obsessed with a twenty five years old lady and also murdered her?” She asked and Damien didn't give her a response.