Novel & Cerita Damien Lavey Monster Prom

Instead, he bends the blade so hard that it snaps like a twig. Damien is shocked to see Lavi’s raw strength and before he can react, Lavi plunges a broken blade into his chest. His dual shaded eyes meet Damien’s panic filled ones. Lavi’s gaze holds no emotion but rather is consumed by the urge to kill everyone in his path. His fury has no limits and whoever will stand in his way will be killed in an instant. There will be no more mercy. “So the monster is awake, huh?” Damien wheezes. “You have not seen the monster yet!” Lavi whispers and pushes him to the ground. Damien falls flat on his back, the silver blade stabbed deep into his chest.

" I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I used to think Ophelia was just born rotten. As it turned out, Lauren wasn't any better. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I shot Lauren a cold glance, then suddenly waved toward the distance, my voice bright. "Mom! You're here!" Lauren jerked her head up and followed my gaze. The operator who had controlled the memory extraction machine that day was striding straight toward us. I looked at the two of them, stunned speechless, and let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Sorry. I already have a new family now. I have a new mom. If you keep bothering me, I'm calling the police."

No answer. “Which of you knew your Grand Dragon was a monster?” she pressed. “That he abused a young girl in his care?” Silence again. One woman finally spoke, voice thin. “We all knew he was a monster, we didn’t know the extent of...” “Enough,” Sophie cut in sharply. A door at the edge of the courtyard creaked open. Lumden stumbled out, pale and bloodied, one hand pressed to his side. “Sophie,” he croaked.

Chaining his wrist to the iron bedframe—not because we thought it would hold him forever, but because it might slow him down long enough for us to survive. When we finished, he looked less like a monster dragged from the street and more like a warlord temporarily caged. Mae sat heavily in the chair, eyes never leaving him. “So,” she said softly, “what exactly did we bring into your apartment?” I met her gaze. “Someone important,” I said. “And someone dangerous enough that people will come looking.” Mae’s mouth curved into a slow, uneasy smile. “And that’s our opening.” I looked back at the vampire, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. “Yes,” I said quietly. “It is.”

Somewhere nearby, water lapped gently against docks—a cruel reminder of how far she was from safety… from him. Damien leaned against the wall, his tailored suit and polished shoes a mockery of the monster she’d once escaped. His blue eyes, once deceptively charming, gleamed now with sick, obsessive hunger. “You really think he’s coming, Luna?” he sneered. “Grayson’s got his empire, his billions, his perfect life. You’re just a stray he picked up. A project to make himself feel noble.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“Dam!” Avery followed her best friend outside, but she couldn't catch him. Damian started his car and left as quickly as he could. “Dam,” Avery watched the black car until it left the parking lot. She sighed heavily and came back to their loft. She took a shower and sent an assignment to her professor. The loft was unusually quiet as Damian would be watching his favorite tv show or would be listening to music in his room. Avery was not used to this calm. The two roommates she ever had, Emma and Damian, never let her feel alone

Damian stood at the top floor of his sitting room balcony, looking downward at Grant, who got out of his car to assist his sister in getting into his car. "Damian!" Grant yelled as he gazed up at Damian, his voice loud and firm. "This isn't the end of the road. Don't think that you can mess with the Milian's group and go scot-free! I will get my revenge on you!!" Grant shouted, glaring at Damian, who stood there and smirked.

[Phoenix code solutions] Lucas rushed in after receiving a disturbing text message from Damien which he has chosen not to believe till their was pictorial evidence, but it was more than a picture…it was different clips. “My men took pictures of Adrain's villa and guess who they found?” Damien asked Lucas blinked repeatedly as Damien swiped on different clips of Ava, “That's…that’s” he stuttered “Ava…my Ava”Damien smiled, like he was expecting something like this, “I've always suspect they had a hand in this but I don't know why I delayed this spying”Damien frowned

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”