Damien Haas Age Novels & Stories

Then, I saw him. Damien Cross didn’t walk into a room; he occupied it. He was standing by a floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me. Even from behind, he was intimidating. He was forty, but he had the kind of presence that made him feel timeless. He was tall, well over six feet, and his shoulders were broad enough to block out the sunset.

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

Cassian kissed her head tightly. "Who are Damien and Aaron?" Cassian asked. Hailey closed her eyes in pain but took a deep breath. "Damien was my elder brother. He was murdered 12 years ago," she said, feeling exhausted. "I'll explain about Aaron and everything else some other day, please," she pleaded, looking at Cassian. He nodded, kissing her head. "By the way, Angry Bird, where is the intern who saved you? I think we should find her and offer her a job at Holt Group of Companies," Caleb suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

Damien lowered his gaze and took a sip of the red wine. His movements were graceful and dignified, but Mr. Dickson and Ciara had no time to appreciate them. He glanced at Mr. Dickson, "Did you mention that you want to drink until I am content?" Mr. Dickson was momentarily shocked and inquired, "I'm not sure how much will satisfy you?" "I know that," chuckled the young man next to him. Mr. Dickson gazed at him and asked, "Please explain, Mr. Damien." The young man sitting next to Damien appeared to be only 23 years old, with a striking appearance and the cynicism of a family member in every gesture.

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.

I looked around the room with my most innocent smile, some people could be touchy about their age and I didn’t want to offend. “I’ll have you know I’m thirty years young, guys am I right?” Damien waves the hand holding his drink. “A stud through and through, old enough to get the job done and young enough to know what’s up” “Don’t ever say that again, you sound fucking ridiculous man” Rollings warned, disappointment painted heavily on his pretty boy features and I swallowed back a knot of laughter in my throat. A frown appeared between Damien's brows, making him look young as he scratched a hand over his scruff “That made sense”

I say and shake my head. "How old do you think I am, Orion?" Damien ask me and I shrug "30?" "Thanks but no.. I am about 200 years old" he answers and now I am very suspicious of him. "He's telling the truth. I have known Damien and his brother since they were small actually" Marcellus tells me and I stare at him like he grew another head. "Okay say I believe you but can we bring him down in some way because if he is the reason the dead are coming back I bet he is very valuable in the coming war" I say and both Aziel and Silas nods and we all look at Marcellus and Damien.

I sighed and shook head. "Hey, Damien." My beta , Hudson, called out to me. "Come over, let us go in, looks like the Alpha is not coming to welcome us." He said. Well, I am Damien Xavier Stones, 23 years of age, broad chested and has the abs.*wink*. I have been looking for my mate since i turned 18. I went to several packs but did not find her. I know that when the time is right , i will meet her.

He looked at the picture and the bio of the man. Arash Hosseini, age 45, occupation: banker. Do not kill his wife and daughter. They must remain unharmed, the piece of paper said. Hosseini? Was he related to Armin? Is that why he wanted Damien to do the dirty work? Sneaky bastard. It doesn't matter, Damien decided. He made a deal with him and Damien was the man of his words. Normally, he would have his men do the job for him, but Armin insisted he was present when it happened. He wanted to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Hailey My lips sealed, eyes widening as if a ghost had crossed my path, and the jolt I felt—akin to being hurled off a skyscraper's hundredth, maybe even two hundredth floor. So, this was the little demon? He wasn't little at all. God! He did look sinful like a demon, but... Damn it! I needed to get a hold of myself. "B-but, Damien's eleven years old," I stammered, my words barely rising above a whisper. "How can you be Damien?"