Damien Priest Height Novels & Stories

But one sharp look from Damien sent her hurrying out without a word. The door clicked shut behind her. Now it was just the two of us. Damien turned fully toward me and tucked his cock back into his pants with lazy confidence. He was taller than I expected, six-foot-four of solid muscle wrapped in tailored power. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his dark hair slightly messy from the sex. Those piercing gray eyes moved over my body like he could see straight through my black dress. “You’re not security,” he said, his voice still rough. “And you’re not a cleaner. So who the fuck are you, little thief?”

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

Damien stretched out his large sized hand towards the transparent glass table in front of him and took the glass cup that was filled with red wine. He drank the wine in one shot, gulping all into his throat before returning the cup on the glass table. Damien later stood up on his feet. He was pretty tall. A little over 6 feets tall with strong broad shoulders. His black straight hair which was like the night, supported the handsome look on his cold face. "I see. She's back". Damien muttered with a husky voice. He ran his hand through his hair before a grin appeared on his thin lips.

A punch or two to the CEO's nose wouldn't be bad at all. "You could reverse and go back, you know." Rico drawled, leaning on the team's vehicle and stroking his chin. He was burly in size, about 6.6ft tall and possessed physical qualities that could make one with the firmest resolve to back down immediately. Damian was not an exception, but judging from his looks, Rico could tell that Damian would rather chew granite than reverse and go back to wherever he was coming from. "Repeat that," Damian snarled, taking a step closer.

and the man was TALL—about six-feet-four or thereabout. Damien had an irresistible beauty that both men and women would envy. He was a literal fusion of delicate features with a strong, chiseled physique that seemed almost otherworldly. He was the kind of person who could stop traffic with a single glance, leaving a trail of smitten admirers in his wake. But, unfortunately for him, his usual spellbinding effect was so not working on her. Damien hurried to catch up with her. "You already know who I am?" He echoed, flashing her a sweet smile. "Wow, am I really that famous?"

Heavy footsteps crossed the foyer, followed by the unmistakable thud of a duffel bag hitting the floor. Damien. He stepped into view, all six-foot-three of him, looking like he’d driven straight through the night. Dark hair tousled, storm-gray eyes sharp as ever, black t-shirt stretched across shoulders that seemed broader than I remembered. Ink peeked from under his sleeves—new pieces since the last time I’d forced myself not to stare. His gaze landed on me and didn’t let go.

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

Damien isn't wrong as I was truly regarded throughout his study as the golden boy of our batch. The perfect student, Adrian Gabriel Raines, my professors branded me as a medical genius, well not to brag but my IQ score is 211. I am one of the world's youngest Andrologist and urologists holding two licenses at the age of 26, and I am also a social media fitness coach. My appearance isn't far from Damien, I have chiseled features having a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and piercing hazel brown eyes. A sensual lips, that others say to be full and inviting. I had a toned physique: a chiseled abs and a broad chest and shoulders. Standing at 6'1" with blond, perfectly messy styled hair.

He asks while introducing himself. Beta Damian is a little on the short side for a werewolf of rank. He’s about 6ft, has sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He’s well-built and has tattooed sleeves. He has a well-maintained beard, almost short enough to only be called stubble. It works for him.

"You left the family and became a priest and you met me in a confessional and we fell in love and you fought a war to protect me." "A priest?" He pulled his hand away. "Now I know you're lying, I'm not exactly the religious type and I definitely don't fall in love with teenage girls." "I'm nineteen and you're thirty-five and this is real." I was begging now. "You have to remember, you have to fight to get those memories back." "I think you have me confused with someone else." Damien was looking around the room like he was planning escape routes. "And I need to get back to my father before he thinks I've betrayed him."