Novelas y relatos de Damien Wayne

Ruby’s POV The man claiming to be my brother walked closer. I stayed still as I warily watched him approach me. I didn't know how to feel. Ariana leaned toward Lilac, but her whisper was loud enough for all of us to hear. “Oh my God, Jonas really wasn’t lying. Look at them. They’re the spitting image of each other.” I didn’t react. I just watched him. Damien turned to Ariana. “You can call me Damien,” he said. “Jonas is my middle name. I had to tell you it was my first name to hide my true identity. I didn’t want anyone outside of Ruby and Dominic knowing I was in the U.S.”

I grinned "In the light of knowing your age, I'll say you should stop being a worrywart,.least you start growing grey hairs and fight less because you'll be running out of energy faster than we young people" He burst to laughter. Louder than the previous ones I've ever heard from him. He seemed very free and happy, not like the Boss of the underworld, not like the owner of a multimillion dollars company, Just Damien. The husband of Serena Rossi and the Father of Maria Genovese. That's who he looks like in this moment. It warmed something in my chest and I lifted my hand to rub it.

Damien cleared his throat, scanning the room with a grin that was equal parts charming and terrifying. “Good evening, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Damien. The younger, better-looking, significantly more fun Grayson brother.” More laughter. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t stop him. “I’ve known Alexander my whole life,” Damien continued, pacing the stage. “And for most of that life, I assumed he was a robot built by our father to destroy the stock market. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sleep. He once fired me from an internship because I brought him the wrong kind of sparkling water. It was ‘too effervescent,’ apparently.”

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

About Rain sleeping in his room with her notebook on the shelf and her mother's photograph on the windowsill and her wolf still becoming what it was going to be. He picked up his phone. Called Cole. Cole answered immediately. "I need you," Damien said quietly. "Now. My office." "On my way," Cole said. No questions. Just — on my way. Damien set the phone down. He looked at the city. He had faced enemies before. Had built an empire on the foundation of loss and come out the other side. Had faced Harlan and Rook and Marcus and everything that had come with all of them. But this was different.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

Damien had the almost slumping Wayne supported by his hands crossed around the latter's shoulders. He let go of Wayne and the latter fell to the floor, groaning and rolling to his back. My eyes looked between the two before I hurried to Wayne, lifting his head onto my laps. “When I tell you this creature is weak, you shush me. Now look, Just a little run and he already lost it,” Damien mocked, obviously not any less concerned about his immediate elder brother's gasp for breath. My left hand flew to Wayne’s chest and I regulated his breathing by roughly rubbing on it. “Why did you make him run, Damien?” I chided, glancing up at Damien who now leaned on the window that I suspect must have had

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.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”