Damien Haas X Reader Novels & Stories

Titan flashes through my mind and my chest tightens. So much for promises. I knock. The door opens. I take one step inside and freeze. Damien sits sprawled in his chair like he owns the world—lazy, lethal, beautiful. One elbow is braced against the armrest, his head propped on his hand, long dark hair falling loose around his shoulders like he couldn’t be bothered to tie it back for anyone. Strands slip forward when he tilts his head, framing a face carved sharp enough to cut—high cheekbones, a strong nose, a mouth built for sin and bad decisions.

"Damien, what's wrong? What's going on?" He closed his eyes and shook his head from side to side. "Nothing is wrong. Nothing has ever been more right then it is at this moment." Damien put his hands on the sides of her face then pulled her to his lips. He kissed her gently as he wrapped his arms around her again and they disappeared into a black mist. Hey Readers!! Follow me on Facebook Jessica White Author Page IG @author_j_white TikTok@authorjwhite

Warm blood trickled down her throat and this sight made Xavier's eyes turn completely black. A loud boom rocked the mansion, and debris fell all around them. Damian laughed like a lunatic. He enjoyed the power he had, the fear on Cassie's wild eyes and the frustration Xavier felt. "After I kill you, I'll make her mine",Damian said while inciting Xavier. "And this delectable body you're so crazy about will become mine to do as I please". Then he licked the blood trailing down Cassie's neck, making her shudder with revulsion.

Omg I'm so tired. "What time is it?" I ask Damon and he looks at his watch. "2am," he says with a yawn. "I was in labour for so long," I say surprised and Damon nods. "You did so well," he says and I feel myself smile. "Thank you. It was all worth it for this little man," I say and look down to Liam who's started to calm down. He opens his little eyes properly and looks all around him. He has brown eyes. He's so gorgeous.

"I'm going to come... *please*..." "Look at me," Damien growled hoarsely, his face inches from Elias’s in the shadows, his silver-gray eyes wide, wild, and completely unreadable. "Look at what you chose, Hawthorne." He delivered five final, devastatingly deep thrusts, his hips slamming forward with an intense, primitive velocity that drove Elias straight over the precipice.

and she pushed the door open. Damien was perched on his bed, a book open in his hand. The sharp features softened immediately when he saw her, and he marked the page before setting the book aside. “Hey, Emma, what’s up?” He greeted. “I’m good, what are you up?” “Reading, you?” Damien return the same question. “Nothing, I’m just tired and I feel like I needed a break from everything,” Emma admitted, crossing the room to sink onto the edge of his bed.

Damien trailed one of his hands to her ass squeezing it hard. "Damien.." she moaned softly into his ear as she kissed his lips. Damien's lips curved into a mischievous smirk as a cruel thought came to his mind. He was going to make Ariel suffer. "Baby girl I can see just how much this body of mine makes you go crazy" he said grabbing her ass more, he kissed her collarbone and trails his tongue down to her cleavage. Elle moaned loudly as he sucked on the skin. "Gosh you don't know how much you turn me on baby" she moaned, gripping his hair, her body shaking under his touch.

Scarlett asked her. "I did. And I really don't know but what about Damien? He seemed to have one night stand with someone that he also doesn't know. Did you ever think he will be the one?" Lisa Asked. "How much of Romance novels will you read? Maybe you should stop reading so much and face reality. Afterall in this world, a lot of people has slept witb someone that they don't know about" Scarlett rolled her eyes at Lisa's word. "That's why you have me! Because that night, There was Damien and his crew in that club!" Lisa broke her findings as Scarlett paused but soon recovered.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

Elena raised an eyebrow, daring him. Damien cleared his throat and started reading in that deep, controlled voice. “‘His hands pinned her wrists above her head, body pressing her into the sheets. “You’ve fought me at every turn,” he growled. “But you’re mine now.”’” A few chuckles rippled. Elena’s face heated. The scene was too close—power, resistance, that razor edge of hate and want. Damien’s gaze lifted and locked on hers mid-paragraph. His voice roughened slightly on the next lines, describing the kiss, the surrender, the heat.