Novelas y relatos de Damien Wayne

It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on dick but with time I got used to his questions. Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.

Well, it's the same handsome man sitting behind the desk right now and staring at the screen of his desktop while busy reading through messages. Although the man is young, he has a business mindset which has helped him go a long way in the business game, and how he always manages to give his clients a good job, makes him the best. Aside from being the CEO of the D&D group of company, Mr. Dean Ambrose is also majored in arts. He draws perfectly and that alone makes him the center of attraction anywhere he goes. However, the young businessman and the dream man of every lady has another identity that people have no idea of. He is a twin, and not only a twin, but the twin to the most dangerous m

“I want us to tailer her. Talking on the phone will soon not be enough, she will want to meet him.” “But what about her bodyguard, if what you saying is true, I don't think she would want to risk being exposed like that, knowing full well that he will tell you.” “Damien he will be on sick leave as of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan. but are you sure about this?” “It's the only way to find out the truth. I don't like it but, it needs to be done.” I got up and stood by the window looking out. “Like I said, it could mean nothing.”

I assured him. “I suppose you guys want to stay humble. I like that. Damion is like his grandfather in that respect. I respect a man that can do an honest day’s work and not walk around with his nose in the air acting like he’s too good to mingle with the rest of us. It’s rich people like that that make me crazy.” “Damion isn’t rich,” I corrected. Wayne laughed. “Girl, you’ve got some pretty high standards if you don’t think he’s rich. A billion dollars isn’t enough for you?”

Krystie reached for them with trembling fingers, afraid of what she might see. Chloe’s gasped, her fingers flying to her mouth. "Oh my God…" she whispered, her eyes darting from photo to photo. The first photo showed a strikingly handsome young man with piercing dark eyes and a charismatic smile. He was laughing, caught mid-motion, his arm around someone just out of frame. Krystie’s breath hitched. She recognized him from the countless times Lucian had mentioned him. Damien! Lucian’s elder brother. The same brother who had been murdered the day Krystie’s parents died.

Though people always noticed the strong resemblances they just assumed as they said the blood of the males in the family was strong but in truth the only thing that had changed was Damians name by adding names such as junior or some other. And this continued throughout the end of the 19th century and the 20th century, the only thing that had changed was Damians ability to control himself while in the werewolf state though he occasionally lost control and stained his fur and body with blood. In the year 1999 Damian was reborn as Wilson Damian Smith in the state of Pennsylvania with the only people knowing of his true identity being the butlers he has had over years, but it was the year 2024.

Damian entered the dinning hall and everyone greets him, he replied back with a firm nod and sat on the headchair. "Looks like you again broke someone's heart..." Jack asked smirking at Damian and he just ignored him so does Lilly and Ashton... "Why do you hate fragile and weak women man, don't tell me you want someone like wonder woman as your wife..." He mocked him.. "Fuck of jack don't mess with me right now my mood is already sour because of that whore and no I don't want any wonder woman but atleast she should be strong enough to stand for herself or protect herself unlike other women who just starts crying over nonsense things and acts like they are the only delicate thing in this worl

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

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.”

"Which means this is all on us until then." A bitter laugh slipped from me, shaky and hollow. "What did I do to deserve this?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. My voice cracked, raw from fear. "What does he even want from me?" Neither of them spoke right away. The silence swallowed me, heavy and merciless. Then Kai's eyes cut to Asher. "You said you knew who he was. What do you have on him?" Asher's nostrils flared. "He's thirty-two named Damien. An arms dealer. Supplied Jace with weapons and drugs before he died. He's also the brother of one of the men killed that night."