Damien Haas Age Novels & Stories

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“Well, maybe I am not ready for it, Zara. Gosh! I can’t. The thought alone overwhelmed me.” “Are you kidding me? You are eighteen, darling! Why are you starving the young man? He might have stopped having s3x since you two got married,” I shrugged “It’s no big deal,” “Are you kidding me now? It might not be a big deal for you, but the news have it that Damian is a s3x freak! He is rumoured to have bedded a lot of women in his world tours,” “Gross! I don’t want to hear anymore,” I said, shutting my ears with my hands.

He asked, sitting on the desk in front of me. I was shaking, my hands were sweaty and my whole body was almost letting me out. I was more intimidated by Mr Damien than his goons. “I am twenty four”, I replied, again. “Very good! That means you are supposed to be an adult. At twenty four, you are still under the influence of your mom. Chole is five and she is doing better than this” he spat, harshly. His words were like sharp arrows thrown at me.

Shane answered as he scrolled his tablet with the information he got regarding Eva. “Sunset Condo.” Damien frowns at the word. He had invested money when that Condo was being built. “How old is she?” He inquired folding his arms over his chest, making his muscles flex and prominent. Shane let out a sigh of relief, seeing that Damien was less colder although he still had his blank and expressionless facial expression. It was still bearable for Shane. “Twenty-three years old.” “Relationship…?” The moment Damien asked the question, Shane gulped loudly as the atmosphere he released became devastatingly cold and extremely dangerous.

" So pretty girl , how old are you ? " Damien asks . " Just turned 18 . Why do you ask?" I cross my arms. " No reason . You are about the same age as our Mia here . You both should get along pretty well." He adds. " We already do , Damy." Mia adds and pulls me in for a hug. " Vlad and I are going to train you tomorrow , so I hope you are ready for it." Damien says. " Well , Damy , I am so gonna kick your ass." I say with a smug face. Both Mia and Vlad start hooting and laughing.

Name: Damon Marcellus Basso, 352 years of age Occupation: Major general of 2nd infantry division, initiated into the army at 202 years of age. Family: Father (Marcellus Basso), deceased. Mother (Cordelia Basso), deceased. Sister (Kaylania Basso), deceased. No known extended family, spouse, or children

I say looking around the classroom making sure to make eye contact with every student. "Why'd you leave New Dawn? Were you banished?" Sue asks and I chuckle. "Do I smell like a rogue?" I ask and she shakes her head no. "You're 17." Damian says and I nod my head yes. "Why aren't you stationed yet? Don't healers move to a new pack at the age of 16?" He asks me. Damian was so handsome right now, all I want to do is walk up to him and kiss him. Whoa.

I've never written songs in my entire life. "You're really different. Different from the Paige I think I knew. I should have have the honor of introducting myself again..." "You're crazy!"I spat, perplexed. "I know."He laughed, extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, I'm Damien Smith, a songwriter."He winked. "So..."I ignored his hand. "If may ask without sounding rude, who are you?" "Are you...high on something?" "I don't drink. I don't take drugs. Ma'am I'm just seventeen."

He settled back into the sofa with the careful movement of a man minding his ribs, and his arm settled around me, and I felt the exhale of someone who had done something they'd been carrying for a while and was now letting the weight of it down. And I lay there in the dark behind my closed eyes and did not breathe too loudly and thought about what I had just heard. Damien had been looking for someone. For sixteen years. A girl. Under a name he'd given deliberately, a name that wasn't hers, so that the investigation couldn't be traced back to either of them. He had been paying a private investigator to look for a girl for sixteen years and had just closed the investigation because the investi

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”