Damien Lavey Monster Prom Mga Nobela at Kwento

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

Why the hell did I think this was a good idea? I thought of the photo of my dad’s corpse—pale, drained, abandoned in a filthy alley. “What am I?” Damien pressed. “A monster. Like all of your kind.” Damien laughed, but his eyes stayed cold. “Petty humans,” he muttered, his voice thick with contempt. “I will marry your mother. And there’s nothing a brat like you can do about it. Now—get out.” My legs moved on instinct. Only once I’d exited the building entirely did I finally exhale. Damn that devil. ( Check out My Stepfather Is A Vampire )

"Tonight is the night we dance. I hope you are ready. If you are ready, tonight is the night for you to find out the answers to secrets you've pondered your whole life. If you think you can handle it, then meet me tonight after the sun goes down in Portsmouth." Shock becomes a mask pulled over my face. Brandon hadn't been bluffing. He had wanted me to really trust him. Not only that, but he wanted me to come to Portsmouth. Portsmouth is where the vampires and fang bangers hang out. These vamps weren't the glittering sex coated marvels of old movies. The squadron didn't even get kills in Portsmouth. Vampires took care of their problems. If you broke the code down there, you would be found dra

"Whatever you need, Miss." I rattled off the address for Sol's mansion before he got into the car. Just as I was about to enter, my arm was snatched from behind me, and I was turned around. I came face to face with someone I did not expect to see. "Francis," I breathed out as I stared at the officer of the Vampire Hunter Organization. "Mia Rivera, so you remember me, that makes two of us." His words were harsh as he leered down at me. "I've been doing a lot of research on you lately, Miss Rivera, and your connection to Sol Montgomery."

The rhythmic motion of Damien’s hand beneath the desk matched the steady moans coming from his computer speakers. He leaned back in his leather chair, eyes locked on the screen in front of him. Lux Monroe. She was on all fours, a man behind her, gripping her hair, thrusting deep and hard. “Fuck,” Damien moaned, stroking himself faster. Her body was perfection—curves that could drive a man insane, eyes that begged and defied all at once. He’d been watching her videos for years—hell, he knew the exact moment new ones dropped. And this one? It was the most recent.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

He didn't call his name because he didn't want to gather or attract any attention to himself plus he had to make sure that Alex would be the only one there. He checked all the spots that he knew Damien to always be at. Alex was about to give up his search for him when he saw Damien coming down the stairs that led to the attic. "What's wrong? Why were you screaming my name like that?" Damien 's face contorted into a slight frown that disappeared like it never appeared in the first place. Alex heaved a sigh of relief as he walked in haste in a bid to meet Damien 's pace who turned towards another direction as he dragged the decoration lights with him. Damien suddenly stood frozen on a spot whe

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

Max looked behind his father and saw the monster was sleeping! How did he manage to put it to sleep?? “The monster was never awake. It was just an illusion created by Damien to punish you. If you touch it, it will disappear”. His father explain! “ Thank you, father “. I got up and bowed. “ Let's leave before the real monster actually wakes up”. He chuckled. ******************* Damien walked into the special room as he requested for crystal again. He waited patiently as he sips his cocktail. In a blink of an eye, Crystal walked in, clad in a sinful dress.

A single figure stepped out slowly. Perfect black suit. Silver watch glinting beneath flickering lights. Calm expression untouched by chaos. Damien. He looked directly at Ava. Then smiled softly. “There you are.” Luca immediately raised his weapon despite shaking hands. Damien barely acknowledged it. Instead, his eyes remained fixed on Ava alone. “I’ve spent years looking for you.” Ava’s pulse slowed in terror. “What?” Damien stepped closer calmly. Then he spoke the one sentence that shattered everything all over again. “You were never meant to survive Project Lazarus.”