Novelas y relatos de Damien Wayne

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

Damien repeated himself because he wanted his assistant to know how important these orders were to him. "Yes, sir," Gray replied. "Do you want me to approach her first?" "Get the information, then I will decide what method I need to use." Gray left the room; Damien stood up and walked to the island behind his desk. He had been working from home because it was getting closer to the death anniversary of Amber. He usually felt very sad and detached from life during these times, so he usually stayed at home. He took up the picture frame and ran his finger across the lady smiling brightly in it. "I know you would have told me to let it go, but I just want you to know that I must avenge you even i

“Not exactly.” Sienna’s pulse pounded in her ears. She crouched next to Julian, her fingers brushing over his shoulder. “This is Damian, sweetheart.” Julian blinked up at him. “Like Damian Wayne?” he asked. “From Batman?” Sienna almost laughed—almost. But Damian’s expression softened slightly. “Something like that,” he said quietly, kneeling down to Julian’s level. “Hi, Julian.” The moment was surreal. Damian Cavendish—man of steel, ruthless CEO—kneeling on polished wood floors, face to face with a five-year-old boy.

DAMIEN She falls asleep in my arms within minutes, exhausted from the emotional and physical toll of the day, but I don't sleep. I lie there holding her, thinking about everything that happened today—the board meeting. Marcus's trap and the video are going viral. My phone buzzes quietly. It's a text from Sebastian: "You need to see this." A link to a news article. "TIM WARREN SPEAKS OUT: 'Damien Cross Is Not Who You Think He Is.'"

Instead, he went back to running, leaving everyone astonished. That's because Damien's power is to endure pain. So it's no wonder why he was still alive when he was thrown into the sea and could instantly run after being hit by a car. He didn't feel any pain. That was another reason why Sam hid him. Aside from the fear of his psychopathic soul returning at any time, Sam was also worried that Damien would endanger himself because even if he got hurt, he wouldn't realize it because he couldn't feel pain. His ability, although extraordinary, was also very dangerous because he might not suffer from the pain but if he bled, he might die from blood loss. So that's why Sam is very strict with Damie

"Selena Hayes." "Selena." He says it like he's tasting it. "I'm Damian. Damian Vargasin. Alpha of this pack." He pauses. "You want to tell me why a Bloodmoon wolf is dying on my border?" I shake my head. Can't. Too much. Too many words. He nods like he understands. Like he gets it without me having to explain. "Okay." He slides one arm under my knees, another behind my back, lifts me like I weigh nothing. "Hold on, Selena. Don't you dare let go."

"It’s over. The old man in the wheelchair? He’s already given the police the recording. Your father’s partners are being arrested at this very moment. There is no one left to protect you." Damien’s hand shook. The glass pricked my skin, and I felt a tiny drop of blood trickle down my side. "They can't arrest me," Damien whispered, more to himself than to us. "I’m a Walton. I'm Reyes. I own this city." "You own nothing," I said, my voice cold and hard. "You are a thief and a murderer's son. And today, you are a loser." With a sudden, violent movement, I slammed my heel down onto Damien’s foot with all my weight. At the same time, I leaned forward and bit his arm as hard as I could.

What could he have done that was so bad to land himself in these contracts? "Jarvis, tell me everything you can about my newly assigned contract." I asked. "Damien, who goes by only Damien and doesn't entertain a surname, was born Human in 1834. He was turned by an unknown Vampire at the young age of 28. The reason why is unknown. He has no family, no lineage, no heir. He lives currently in Maine, but originated in England. He owns Edge Enterprises, which specializes in programming for artificial intelligence. His programs are widely used in a variety of applications, including those utilized by The Academy. I was created by Damien as well. Much else about him is unknown, he seems to be a ve

he said “Yeah, not really, I mean uhmmm… it’s complicated” “I understand” he said “Do you know him” she asked “Yeah and his leviathan friend” he said and she was surprised, how did he know Arnold was a Leviathan? ‘How... What do you mean?” “I mean be careful with the Leviathan guy?” he said “What do you mean by that? Who are you?” “Just call me Damien” “Ok, Damien how did you know that?”

Damien moves with terrifying authority, his steps light and predatory, as if he has orchestrated this specific violence a hundred times before. Wayne lunges, swinging a heavy fist aimed at Damien’s jaw. Damien doesn’t block; he simply isn’t there when the arm arrives. He pivots, fluid as water, and sweeps Wayne’s legs out from under him. Wayne hits the ground with a heavy thud that vibrates through the soles of Aiden’s boots. Before Wayne can recover, Damien is on him, a knee pressed into Wayne’s chest, pinning him to the dirt.