Damien Priest Height Novels & Stories

Introducing Damien Paul Damien Paul is a young and talented businessman. He is studying business. It is his last year at the university after that he will completely take over his family business. He is a very extraordinary intelligent student at his university. Damien has gotten so many awards from his school life to his university. He is sophisticated and decent. Not only he is intelligent but he is so handsome. He is 6'8 in height and with a muscular body, he looks so dashing when he came into the university wearing suits.

The undefeated. Similar feelings surged through Damien. Standing in one of the famous churches in Manhattan, St. Patrick's Church right in front of the priest, he gritted upsettingly. Dressed in inky black shade, he looked sinfully tempting like a living sculpture standing in the front positions in a boutique. Anyone and everyone who set their gaze on the alpha gasped as they wished to look at him the whole day and run their hands over his body. However, the pissed looks didn't sit well on his sexy face. He was impatiently waiting for his bride.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Damien replied, his voice filled with disdain. "Is that not what you wanted in the first place?" the priest inquired, taking a sip of his coffee and maintaining his calm demeanor. Damien averted his gaze, lost in his thoughts. "He is living the life you wanted for him, so please visit him, praise and congratulate that ominous lunatic yourself," the priest remarked, continuing to sip his coffee while fixing a slight grin on his face as he observed Damien intently. Damien let out a sigh and stared out the window, absentmindedly twirling his fingers in mid-air, deep in contemplation.

The call was answered on the second ring. "Hi, Mom," came the voice of her son, Damien. Damien Cage was thirty-four years old, making him six years younger than his half-brother Devon. Unlike Devon, who had inherited his father's strong jaw and commanding presence, Damien was smaller about, 5.6ft tall compared to Devon who was 6.1ft but no less ambitious. He had his mother's calculating eyes and her talent for manipulation. "Damien, darling, I have news," Rita said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Devon and that girl Clara are having twins."

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

Now, you’d think that would be weird, but considering that Jade was a nineteen-year-old Catholic school girl when she met twenty-eight-year-old Gideon, and Sophia is Micah’s stepsister, it’s not that out of the ordinary. My eyes focus back on Connor as I try to avoid Priest’s prominent presence. It’s not much of a hardship to look at him because he’s very attractive, with his dark hair and cobalt blue eyes— he’s breathtaking. His shoulders are broad, and his hips trim with muscle. He’s about six feet tall and with high cheekbones, lush lips, and long, dark lashes that women only dream of having. He’s close to being in the same league of good-looking men as Priest. However, he’s young. Like f

She snickered, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. Jaz… No, stop. Ever since the whole fiasco with Luther, you aren’t the same person. It’s not because of Luther. I admitted. I mean, c’mon! Damien’s like six foot eight almost seven feet, over 300 lbs. and built like a tank, everything I am not. I barely stand at five feet. I am ssssoooo outta his league. You are ssssoooo in his league, he’s the one that’s NOT in your league. Ryott chimed in.

Behind us, the night burned orange with hellish light, casting monstrous shadows that danced across Damien's blood-streaked face. The sewer grate gave way with a shriek of protesting metal. One moment Damien was ahead of us, his massive 5'9" frame clearing a path through the debris, the next, the ancient iron collapsed beneath his weight. The sound of his body hitting the black water below would haunt me forever that terrible, wet smack followed by absolute silence.

“Oh, you’re joking, right?” Damian said, “We did mention he owns a company, right?” I frowned and said, “You three so owe me.” We all walked out the front door and Drake said, “Bye sweet stuff. Love you.” He shut the door before we could say anything back. Someone stepped out of the limo, and they were like 6'5. When we got over there, I realized it was Grey. He looked way better in person, and he towered over my 5'6 body.