Damien Priest Height Novels & Stories

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But Damien was. He stood at the marble island, shirtless after what looked like a late workout. Grey sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing deep V-lines and a trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband. His body was sculpted — broad chest, defined abs, powerful arms. At 39, he looked better than most men half his age. He was drinking water when he noticed me. His grey eyes darkened instantly as they raked over my body — my hard nipples visible through the thin fabric, the way my shorts barely covered the curve of my ass.

I shouldn’t have been looking at his older brother. Damien stood at the bar, a few feet away, nursing a glass of whiskey with that quiet, commanding presence he always carried. At forty-two, he was thirteen years older than me, and it showed in the best possible ways. His broad shoulders filled out his tailored black suit perfectly. Salt-and-pepper hair, a strong, angular jaw, and those dark, piercing eyes that seemed to cut through every polite pretense. While Ethan played the life of the party, Damien watched everything with the calm intensity of a man who had built real success—wealth, power, respect. He didn’t need to shout to be noticed.

I had the chance to see him in broad daylight compared to when I saw him some days ago. Damien is the CEO of D'MAN Enterprises. His father retired from his position years ago and made Damien the CEO of the company after him. From the little I know about Damien, even though he is not yet married, he loves his girlfriend and never cheats on her, compared to Daniel who betrayed me and even slept with my sister. And he still wants me to forgive him for everything that has happened. “Damien,” I shouted, and moved closer to him. “It is good to see you. It has been ages. “How are you doing? It's been ages.”

A powerful aura burst out from his body, and his right foot was about to exert force. "Wait, I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" Damien shouted in fear; he felt death approaching. Damien had held a high position for many years, and he had long lost his youthful spirit and was very afraid of death. That was why he tried his best to break through to a higher level, which would mean a longer life span for him. "Alright, tell me then." Henry released the pressure from his foot. "I can tell you, but you must spare my life."

They both know how strong Carol is. But to their surprise, Carol stops in front of Damien, measuring their height. She rests her head on his chest and hugs him. Slowly, a smile appears on her face. James and Damien are left dumbfounded. Carol, standing at 5'5", continues to measure where her head reaches on Damien's tall frame, as if checking if she’s comfortable. Then, she steps back, looks up at him with her usual gentle smile, and there’s a hint of shyness as she signs:

He pulled out his chair and sat beside Ashton. "Good morning everyone..." He greeted them. "Good morning jack.." Ashton replied back, Ashton was Damian's personal bodyguard who follows him wherever he goes. Protecting Damian is the sole purpose of his life. He was a tall man but not with bulky body. He has more of a lean body as he was more into martial arts and was extremely strong. Perfect in his work.. "Good morning jack.."

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

I am a total mess and Nyx is doing laps in my head so fast, it’s giving me a headache and making me kind of nauseous. I take 3 slow deep breaths in and out, staring at Damien’s back while he walks away. It really is a nice view. His shaggy, bed head, jet black hair. His wide shoulders on his staggering 6’4 stature completely fill out the black t-shirt he’s wearing. Every cut of muscle on his arms and back can be seen even in the dim light and are fighting to break free from the fabric. His black jeans fit so well, no imagination is needed for what's underneath. You need to wipe that drool off your face before he catches you staring…again. Nyx pants at me

Everyone watched with bated breath as Damien was separated from Ezekiel. Damien stood amazed, as he looked at his arms and legs. He shook his legs a little, and I could not help but grin at his happiness. He was about 6’0 and lean. His tanned complexion complemented the bluest eyes with gold rings around them. Someone materialized some clothes onto him or else he would have been completely naked. Good to know for future separations. “Welcome to your own body, Damien. Now, please take them to save the Alpha family.”