Damien Haas X Reader Novels & Stories

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

He grinned at her. Hazel felt her insides churn with disgust as he talked about her body and the death of Axel. "Axel is not going to die. He is not going to" "You seem to believe in him so much, is he your lover?" Damien questioned. "He is.... He is not but he is better than the one I call a lover" She responded and Damien reached his hands out.. Hazel pulled backwards to avoid his touches but he pulled her towards him forcefully and caressed her face.

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.”

Dusting her muddy hands, she wiped the sweat that rolled down her forehead, leaving a smudge. "I should get water for Madam to wash her hands" Yara said, intending to do as she said, but Hazel stopped her. "Never mind it, I'll just go take a shower" Stepping into the living room, Damien was just about to leave the house. He was dressed simply in a black T-shirt and black pants. It looked like he had just took his bath, since his hair was a little wet. She froze as her eyes met his. What was she supposed to say? She had not yet forgotten how she shamelessly drank from the same cup as him yesterday. Gosh, how was she supposed to face him now?

The first result makes my stomach drop. "BILLIONAIRE'S KINKY REVENGE: Aria Sterling's Secret BDSM Deal with Ex-Lover Damien Cross" There are photos. Grainy but unmistakable. Me and Damien through my apartment window. The angle's careful—nothing explicitly pornographic, but intimate enough that there's no mistaking what was happening. The article's worse.

This was my first time with Damian. I held my breath. Damn it, why did he have to ask that? Did he expect me to describe in detail how it felt? Because there was no way I was answering that. However, I didn't want to disappoint Damian. If he had asked, that meant he was genuinely curious to know my answer. So, with my face probably as red as a tomato, I swallowed hard and finally replied, “It was incredible.” The smile on Damian's face grew even more expansive. “Actually, even though I wasn’t fully conscious in Xave's mind, I could still feel it. But I just wanted to hear it directly from you,” he said, stroking my back with his large hand.

But, Damien knocked at that moment with a broad smile in his face as a hindrance and asked, "Where are you going in such a hurry? Which one girl is waiting here for you?" I didn't believe in fated mated before and I was really a grown up man now so I had a numerous girls and Damien was the only crime partner of my all crimes. Though he called me 'your highness' in front of others but we were like brothers. So after hesitating a little I blurted out, "Actually yesterday I found my mate near the human area and was thinking to visit there again." Damien replied in a shocking tone, "Are you kidding me, Xander? A human? How can a mere human be the mate of the future king of underworld? Are you su

The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done. He reluctantly stopped reading when he saw an hour had passed. It was a shame to stop reading, but he did have a job to do. “It’s good isn’t it?” Becca said with a grin. “I’m really hoping he submits something else soon. We do have a six book deal with him so he’s got one book left.” Zach wondered what type of person Damien Black was based on his writing. His mental imagining of female centric erotica authors was middle aged women unsatisfied with their husbands. Damien Black seemed like someone refined and well read.

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His insides churned with anger as he saw the name of the man he hated with all his might. “Burn them.” His indifferent voice rang in the empty room as he ran his hand through his hair. His kind elsewhere and thoughts scattered. Exclusively pointing to the brown-haired beauty laying on his bed and in his room. He wondered if she was up. “I think…you should read this one,” Damien said tensely as his brown eyes averted to the last pale yellow envelope. Xerxes raised his brow. “What is it?” Damien cleared his throat knowing this new information would surely bring hell. Xerxes tore the envelope and unfolded the letter. The blue ink curved in beautiful cursive on white paper as he read.