Damien Monster Prom Novels & Stories

I continued playing another video showing her coaxing and teaching Jasmine how to frame Cedric for sexual assault. There were tears in her eyes as she pulled Jasmine into her arms and said, "Jazzy, a very evil man just became your dad's boss at work, and he's planning to frame your dad for something bad. If the evil man succeeds, your dad will be arrested and thrown into jail. "You're the only one who can save your dad now. Go with your dad to the evil boss' birthday party tomorrow. Then, when the evil boss is drunk, take off your clothes and sit on him. Make sure you leave some saliva on him as evidence."

**************************** Damien asked me to sleep with Linda so that she would call him if someone attempted something. After tossing and turning in bed for about two hours, I leave Linda, who is fast asleep, and tiptoe to the swimming pool on the rooftop. I like to swim at night, but for some strange reason, my hands and legs are shaking as I make my way to the pool. The house also seems eerily quiet. I take off my clothes for skinny dipping because it's just me. The water feels more amazing until I feel something that touches my leg. I scream. "Hey," Damien whispers. "It's me. It's just me. You are safe." He pulls me towards him, making me wrap my hands around his neck.

Serena hesitated for half a second, then unleashed a violet blast that reduced her to ash. Kael fought in the center aisle, fully shifted, tearing through wave after wave. Every kill hurt. These were people he had partied with, trained with, protected as an upperclassman. Damien shadow-stepped across the tiered seating, picking off the smarter infected who tried to flank them. His movements were precise, but his face showed the growing toll. “Serena, the stage!” Damien shouted. A group of turned professors had climbed onto the stage and were channeling corrupted magic, combining their knowledge with the virus’s rage. Black and red runes spread across the floor like cancer.

My height towering over everyone in the room. His eyes twitched. Just a flicker in his throat, a breath caught. A reminder that no matter how old or clever he was, he still felt fear. Good. I stepped into the full light, letting him see me clearly. Letting him remember what I was. He stood up as well, Darian Morvain not one to be intimidated. We were almost nose to nose, though I still towered over him, Alpha to Vampire Lord. Predator to parasite. My blood burned hotter. My hands didn’t shake. He was the one here asking for something.

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

Emily stared down at her own wrist like it belonged to someone else. Damien hadn't moved either. He knelt in the torn-up grass exactly where he'd landed after shifting back, and the look on his face was one Emily hadn't seen on him yet — not the cold disinterest from homeroom, not the fierce authority from the fight. Something closer to fear. "What was that?" Emily's voice cracked as it came out, equal parts demand and plea. "Who are you? What am I?" Damien's jaw tightened. His eyes flicked past her — to the crowd of students still staring, to the teachers shouting into phones, to the world that had just watched him turn into a monster and tear another one apart on the football field.

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

"one thing isn’t clear, why would her parents let you get close to her in the first place, knowing full well that you were a monster?" "Hmmm." Damien said and turned to the mirror that showed images of the downfall of his pack, "I wasn't always like this, you know?" he whispered, "grief and betrayal, will bring out the worst in a man." Damien said and turned back to us, "plus, there was a time, I too, cared for your sweet special Kylie. Maybe that's why I won't kill her." he said and his gaze instantly sharpened, "but the two of you? The both of you are going to make the perfect meal for the hollow king. I'll just have to apologize to my dearest niece for taking away the man she loves ."

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

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