Damien Monster Prom Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You never told me you were in town. I thought you were still abroad for that merger." Merger? Abroad? What exactly does this man do? Kaziel smirks lightly. "Plans changed." The man laughs. "They always do with you." Then he finally notices me. "Oh," he says, his eyebrows rising as understanding dawns. "So this is the reason." I smile politely, giving him a small nod. "Hi." "Pleasure," he says warmly. "I'm Damien, one of this menace's business partners." "Ignore him," Kaziel mutters.

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.

Damian looked like a friend she could trust. "Nightmare?" Pearl nodded. "I saw a man turn into a monster and bite me." Damian frowned quickly. He tilted his head to the left, deep in thought about Taggart. "How's his look? Did you see it?" Damian asked curiously. Pearl became doubtful. The monster she saw was similar to Taggart, but she was unsure. "No." Pearl chose to elude. "Is that monster like a big, scary wolf?" Damian guessed more, making Pearl's choice more accessible. Pearl widened her eyes. She didn't understand how Damian could read it.

“I don't know what you have planned for tonight but before things get messy, I suggest you turn and leave now, brother.” The real monster laughs and throws his hand up in surrender. “Of course, brother but I will also advise you not to let her out of your sight.” He turns and walks away into the dark, blending perfectly into the dark. “Come with me.” Damien says before I can speak and he’s already walking away. Without looking in that direction, Leonardo and his wolves went. followed. After Damien and for some weird reason, I felt like an invisible thread for war had been drawn.

She then fully believed Emma's words that Damien was indeed a monster. She began to scream at Damien. "Please leave her Mr Damien. Please let her go. It's not right to keep her against her will". Damien wasn't paying attention to her. His entire focus was on Emma. He was wrestling with what to do with her. He loved her so much and wouldn't harm her but his beast side wanted to shoot her dead and end this obsession of his. His green eyes stared intently into her blue innocent eyes. He saw her blue eyes were already tearing up and large tears were spilling out. She didn't say a word to him. Her body was numb and wasn't reacting. Although she tried to speak but her voice was afraid of coming ou

But even as he came inside her, he felt empty, his mind was on Monalisa. Later that evening, Monalisa found herself alone with Damien in his bedroom. The tension between them was electric. Damien pulled her close, kissing her roughly. “I’m marking you on the full moon but now… I need you.” Monalisa was confused, scared, and aroused. She wanted him. She hated that she wanted him. Damien pushed her onto the bed, stripping her quickly. He fingered her hard, two thick fingers thrusting deep while his thumb rubbed her clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for Daddy,” he growled. “This pussy is mine.”Monalisa moaned loudly. “Yes, Daddy… finger me harder… please…”

“It will come when it comes.” “He said you were a monster,” I find myself saying Damien gives me an amused look, “I’m a thousands year old demon. Many would consider me a monster.” “That’s not what I-” “I do wonder what you think of me?” He eyes me, his eyes holding that same amused look they always do. I open my mouth and then snap it shut. I don’t want to be too friendly with him because I don’t entirely trust him. But then Damien has done more for me than Balin ever did-

There's a stretch of silence, naked fear in his eyes. "You are a monster." He manages to whisper. "The monster you made." I wink at him. The door flies open. Damien is standing at the door, confusion on his face. He looks dashing in a blue suit. Someone would think we both wore blue on purpose but it's a complete coincidence. We didn't even exchange a single word in the morning. "What's going on here?" He walks in, carrying a bag. "Baby, are you okay?" "I'm fine." I smile. "Brandon was just leaving."

Damien squinted his eyes, his teeth bared, and his nose twitched, which often happened when he was furious. "By whom?" His voice was cold, likewise his eyes. Just like how Roy had imagined they would be. As Roy didn't respond, he asked again, "I said by whom?!" "Rogues, witches," Roy shrunk back, trembling. Standing abruptly, Damien slapped a hand on the brown desk, and a low growl escaped him. "Did I just hear the last statement correctly?" "Is it the witches?" Roy asked stupidly, and Mark sniggered.