Novel & Cerita Damien Lavey Monster Prom

I stared up into his dark eyes and tried to find a single trace of humanity or mercy but Damien Sterling was completely hollow and entirely focused on consuming me. My breathing turned into shallow gasps while his rough thumb dragged back and forth over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh right at the edge of my lace panties. I wanted to scream for the security guards waiting in the hallway but I knew every single man in this massive building worked directly for him and absolutely no one was going to save me from the monster holding me hostage against the desk.

Vivian said, her voice filled with a mix of disgust and disbelief at Damian's actions. “I have never denied the fact that I am a monster. That's what I am, but I am not the only monster that walks the earth," Damian replied, his tone defensive yet resigned. "The coven of the Red Spider was also made up of monsters, mostly women who took pleasure in sacrificing their fellow humans. In fact, they came after me with the intention of using me as the ultimate sacrifice of an immortal soul, but they met their deaths."

" My Lord!My Lord! Dark... I mean Lord Calex, look what I brought! " Layla yelped from afar. Calex was relaxing inside his cave. His day was spent in hard labour and meticulous calculations. He rolled his eyes at Layla's yell. " That b*tch knows too well that she is not allowed to bring any visitors here! She might have a death wish! " He stood up before coming out of the cave and straining his eyes to look at her.

he leaned in, voice lowering like a secret brushing Cove’s ear. “Getting laid. You look starved for it, my friend. The celibate monk act? Not quite as charming as you think.” Cove didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Just stared. The silence sharpened like a blade being unsheathed. Damien clapped once, loud and theatrical. “Ah, such warmth! Truly, I’m touched. This is why I visit—you’re better than theater.” But then Lycia. She stepped into the light. His grin faltered, just slightly.

“Everything you need to know about the real Damien Voss. The affairs. The women he destroyed. The deals he made in the shadows. Even recordings of him admitting he planned to take you from Alex. Watch it. Then decide if you still want to kneel for this monster.” She turned on her heel, heels clicking sharply as she headed for the elevator. At the threshold, she paused and looked back at me one last time. “When he breaks you — and he will — don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The elevator doors closed behind her. Silence fell like a heavy blanket. I stared at the USB drive on the table like it was a poisonous snake. Damien’s hand tightened around mine. “You don’t have to watch it.” “I think I do,”

“Avery, be honest, the real reason you gave it up was him, wasn’t it? He’s your brother... you can’t possibly be thinking—” “So, you were really listening?” Avery’s eyes turned cold. “Is there something you wanna tell me, Damian, ‘cause it seems you aren’t completely honest with me either?” tell me, Damian, ‘cause it seems you aren’t completely honest with me either." Avery frowned, feeling strangely betrayed after realising there’s a huge part of Damian she doesn’t know. “I… I wanted to tell you,” Damian declared and Avery scoffed. ‘He was a werewolf.’ How could he have kept that from her when they’ve known each other for two decades?

Damien…was the monster. “The keys,” Aimee said, voice trembling. “What?” He shook his head, tightening his fingers around the keys. “I can’t! She is a fucking murderer.” “The keys, Damien!” She screamed at him, heart spasming at the hurt jolting through her. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing and spat through tightly held teeth. “NO. You can’t believe what that son of a bitch said. Maybe she’s working with him or some shit like that. Maybe this was planned by the Black Moon Pack. Yes, that’s why he’s protecting her! That video is obviously fake.” His voice was frantic now and he darted his eyes all over the room, looking for a voice alongside his, echoing his mad allegations.

“What the fuck was that?!” “Incubus,” Lila said matter of factly. “They ooze lust. It’s literally how they eat. You looked like you were about to climb him like a tree.” I slapped my hands over my face and groaned. “I feel violated.” She laughed and hugged me tight. “Welcome to Gravemire. Get used to it.” We split paths a moment later, promising to meet for dinner. I needed water. Or maybe a cold shower. Or possibly a priest.

Serena screamed and unleashed a powerful blast that staggered the monster long enough for Damien to drive his claws into its spine. Kael recovered and delivered the final blow — leaping onto the creature’s back and tearing its head off with raw, grief-fueled fury. The remaining infected on the roof were quickly dispatched. But the cost was high. Serena collapsed after the battle, nose bleeding, vision blurring. Kael caught her before she hit the ground. Damien helped lower her gently. “She’s drained,” Damien said, worry clear in his voice. “She needs rest.” Kael held her close, his large hand stroking her hair. “We hold the roof until dawn. Then we move toward the central gardens.”

He holds the arm in a vice grip, shaking it like a ragdoll, refusing to release him for several long, agonizing seconds. Finally, Damien throws him aside like worthless trash. He spits blood onto the ground, his chest heaving. There is no mercy in his eyes, only a promise of endless pain. "You will beg for death long before I allow it," Damien says, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper. "I will uncover the truth. And when I find the monster who dared touch my brother through you... they will pray the Moon Goddess never created them. As for you..." He leans closer, his breath hot against Aiden’s ear. "You will regret the day you ever laid a hand on Harris."