Damien Monster Prom Novels & Stories

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

My best friend said, flipping the pages of her book. I sigh, dropping my head on the top of the driver's side. We were on our way to the Prominent Dark City, a club for the elites. Anyone in that club probably owns more than ten hotels and restaurants around the world. My friend, Bianca is telling me about her book character, Damien Woes, who is a monster and a Plutonian with a huge coçk and a tongue so long, it would fill you up and give immeasurable pleasure. I glance at my driver, Mr Elvis, who has a Stern expression on his face as he takes glances at Bianca, who seems oblivious of this. I give him a small smile and nudge at Bianca.

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-

She shook her head with disgusted expressions as tiny wholes and little bumps on berries made her feel nauseous. "What happened rose?..." Damian placed his hand on her shoulder making her open her eyes... "I have trypophobia..." She said looking at his deep blue orbs, Damian stared at her grey stormy eyes with blank face but actually got lost in some old memories... FLASHBACK... "Bella, see what I have got for you.." A 10 year old Damian came running towards isabella who was sitting on a bench in the garden... She smiled brightly when she saw him... "What is it dami?"

“Thanks for being… one of the nice ones.” “Of course,” she said, giving me a small smile. “We’re not all monsters. Some of us are just trapped.” The door opened suddenly with a sharp creak, and we both snapped to attention. Damien stood there, dressed in black, his eyes locked on me. “Let’s go,” he said flatly. “We’re heading out.” “Where?” I asked, trying not to let my voice shake. He narrowed his eyes. “Just get up and come with me.”

“He’s a snake, just like all of my enemies.” Brenda stood up, her eyes blazing. “I can’t believe I ever fell for your promises. “You’re nothing but a monster.” Damien lunged at her, grabbing her by the throat. “Watch your mouth, woman,” he hissed. Brenda struggled, trying to free herself. “Let go of me, you bastard,” she spat. Damien laughed, tightening his grip. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now,” he said. Brenda gasped for breath, her eyes bulging. “Please…let go…” she managed to say.

said Damon looking straight in Cynthia's eye . "I am trying Damon but i can't , whenever I close my eyes i just see that scary creature ." said Cynthia .She was now about to cry , her eyes were watery . "Hey Hey Relax , no need to cry ." said Damon holding her hand and wiping her tears . "Whatver that thing is it won't hurt you ." Damon said. "How can you be so sure ." asked Cynthia . "You are innocent ." said Damon .Cynthia shook her head nervously . "And for more precautions , when you are on your secret missions or monster hunting , just take me with you ." Damon said .Cynthia smiled . Damon hugged her nervously , Cynthia turned pink .

The volcanic glass punched through the gap in the vertebrae. The beast shrieked—a sound like metal tearing. It bucked violently. Damian was thrown. He flew through the air, crashing into the ruins of the old Pack House fireplace. The beast collapsed. Its front legs gave way. It crashed into the dirt, sliding forward, its massive jaw stopping inches from Leo’s feet. The Architect fell off, rolling into the dust. Silence returned. "Damian!" I screamed, breaking formation. I ran to the ruins. He was lying in the rubble. He wasn't moving. I fell to my knees beside him. "Damian? Damian, look at me." His eyes were open. He blinked slowly. Blood was trickling from his ear. "Did I..." he wheezed. "D