Novel & Cerita Damien X Pip

“You keep such an interesting group around you. Castiel here stands out, though. Don’t you feel it?" Damien’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as his gaze flicked between Reed and me. I half expected him to react violently, like when he had when I had asked him if I could fuck around just like he intended. Instead, Damien cut into his steak with meticulous precision, his movements calm and deliberate. He didn’t even look up when he responded, his voice smooth and casual like he was discussing the weather. "For now," he said, chewing thoughtfully before continuing, "Castiel is my plaything. When I’m bored of him, maybe I’ll let you have your fun."

"I already spent five years being Mrs. Adrian and look how that turned out." "Xavier was a parasite." Damian's voice goes cold enough to frost the whiskey he's sipping. "He took everything and gave nothing. I'm offering the opposite." "Wow, how generous." I let out a laugh, checking my phone. "Twelve minutes.” “Don't lie to yourself. Part of you still wants to know why I have to say. So Selene darling, do me a favor…do us a favor and stop counting.” “Damn you. We'll talk fast.”

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

"You understand my situation and are very much aware of how dangerous it is for you to keep coming here." "You need not bother yourself about that. Besides, I look fine. Do I look like who's dying anytime soon?" Mark asked, assessing himself. He couldn't tell the same for Damien, though. With the appearance of a twenty-five-year-old, tall, domineering, he was, in fact, old. Damien was times six of the present age, he was assuming. Mark was right, Damien mused. He looked hale and hearty and wasn't even exhibiting any of the symptoms of the others.

She poked and flipped the slices while she thought about what had happened over the past few days. Damien wanted to give her some space; to let her think things out without him sitting there, watching her, making her paranoid that he might be listening in on her thoughts. He purposefully shut out her presence, completely blocking out any feelings and thoughts that she might inadvertently send his way. He walked over to the spot that she had danced in and found the sweet spot for the sound pouring out of the system. He sat down and let the waves and notes of that wonderful music flow around him. He thought back to when this music was new, bringing up with it all those memories of that time. T

His red eyes glittered eerily as his eyes never left the baby in Talia's arms. "That's none of your business", Cassie said. "Why don't you just leave us alone?". "I have no issue with you bitch",Damian said. "I'm just after Xavier. I told you I don't forget so easily. I always get my revenge". "Revenge for what?",Tabitha snapped. "Raping a defenceless woman? You should be ashamed of your bloody self".

The family room was calm that night. Xavier sat in the main chair in his neat black suit, staring at the report in his hands. The door opened, and Damien walked in with an easy stride. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “My cousin who’s always busy with numbers. You don’t even give yourself time to have fun,” Damian said. Xavier didn’t look up. “I don’t have time for pointless things.” Damien chuckled, pulled out the chair across from him, and sat down.

Xavier seethed making Damien rolled his eyes while Sinister grinned evilly. "Your reminding me of a fox from the story 'Grapes are sour' one. When you couldn't get what you want you named it useless. Amazing way to call yourself precious when your nothing but an arrogant fool." Sinister mocked him making him curled his hand into a fist. "Sinister," Damien warned the grinning guy who held his arms up in a surrendering manner. Damien is the elder member of their circle. Then Xavier and Rafael. And the youngest among them is Sinister. Xavier and Rafael got the inheritance from their fathers as they were the only legitimate heirs.

I've never written songs in my entire life. "You're really different. Different from the Paige I think I knew. I should have have the honor of introducting myself again..." "You're crazy!"I spat, perplexed. "I know."He laughed, extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, I'm Damien Smith, a songwriter."He winked. "So..."I ignored his hand. "If may ask without sounding rude, who are you?" "Are you...high on something?" "I don't drink. I don't take drugs. Ma'am I'm just seventeen."

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.