Damien Soft Novels & Stories

"Besides that Damien." "Mhhhh what you wearing underneath that dress, and how soft your skin would feel like," Damien replied. Raven looked at Damien and saw that he was enjoying himself, but she knew that two could play this game. Raven flipped her hair a bit, "I mean my skin is very soft and I do prefer to wear lace most of the time." Damien bit his lip at her answer, "Is that so?" "Yeah, it's a fact." "Want to feel something?" Damien asked.

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

Luxiana Sommeris “Oh, this?” Damien’s voice was nonchalant, but his battered appearance said otherwise. He sauntered toward me, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips despite the bruises marring his sharp features. “I had a little chat with some people in the faction. Let’s say their opinions didn’t sit well with me, so we ended up... settling things physically,” he added. His casual tone didn’t mask the fresh bruises scattered across his arms and neck, the deep hues of purples and blues stark against his pale skin.

His forehead dropped to hers. The gentlest touch. The softest surrender. “I can’t, Sienna,” he whispered again, broken. “Because if I start… I won’t be able to stop.” She swallowed hard. “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.” Damien’s hands curled into fists at his sides. He was trembling—Damien Valerio, the cold, untouchable, terrifying man—trembling because of her. He whispered, “You will.” “I won’t.”

That same calm confidence, God, it was unnerving. Ryan stepped forward again, closing the space between us. “I asked you a question,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He moved slightly in front of me, a clear Alpha gesture. “Who are you?” People had started whispering. I could feel eyes on us from every direction. Great. Just fucking great. The last thing I needed was a scene. But Damien didn’t even flinch. His gaze finally shifted to Ryan, slow and steady. “My name is Damien,” he said casually. “I’m a friend of Mikaela’s… from Silvermoon.”

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

I slapped Damien. ___

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

Damien smiled. .