Damned Novel Novels & Stories

ADRIAN …THE PAST Damien’s eyes widened when he stepped into the room and took in Lorenzo’s naked body. For a second he looked like a man who’d seen too much and still wasn’t prepared for this. “Adrian—” he started. “Don’t,” I cut him off. I didn’t want pity. I didn’t do pity. It tasted like failure, and tonight failure was the last thing I could afford to feel. Damien scrubbed his face with one hand and cursed under his breath. He knew what needed to happen next, what the book of our life always required when someone crossed the line. He knew, and that knowledge made him look older than I’d ever seen him.

It’ll be about a tragic accident in the Hamptons. ​Damian, the floorboards, I whispered. ​He looked at me, and in that split second, we communicated more than we ever had in the contract. We weren't a billionaire and a debt-bride. We were two people who had found a reason to fight for something real. ​Damian didn't give her the books. He threw them. Not at her, but at the massive, floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind her. The heavy leather hit the glass with a sickening crack, and the entire wall shattered into a million shards of diamonds.

His eyes strayed towards a book that she must have been reading and noted that it’s a popular erotic novel that he had seen in the reviews on the news. Grinning, he sat up and reached for the book, opening to the page that she had marked to check her progress. His eyes all of a sudden filled with mirth when he saw that she is on the part of a sizzling love scene of the two main characters. Well, well, my wife, Damian thought humorously as he scanned through the novel and chuckled when the female character is now about to go down on the male character. I’m surprise to see you looking for references.

He didn't know why he became even more angry; whether he was annoyed with the fact that she was crying or because her tears might be having an effect on him. "Answer the damn question, Christiana!! " He hollered making her flinch. "I didn't mean to break it, Mr. Fernandez. I... I was bored and wanted to read a novel. I never meant to go through your personal stuff. I'm sorry " Damien didn't know what to do with this woman. Normally what he would have done was to throw her onto the bed and fuck the senses out of her till she blacks out. But something was holding him back and he didn't even understand what it was.

I just cried and was upset and angry. I am right all along. You won't gain anything from romantic love but pain. Because that's not true. People just tend to believe about it because it's the ideal. There is always a cheater, there is always a cheat. There is always pain. And I will never consider the latter part for myself. "Eat first, Audrey," Ate Delia said. "Just at school," I said and left the mansion on my own. My head was aching so bad. I didn't just drink cocktails last night. Fortunately, Enzo stopped me because he might have had to put me to sleep in the bistro. Coincidentally I can't get in now. We still have a presentation.

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Damien POV I killed the first man who came through the door with two bullets to the chest before his finger even found the trigger, muscle memory from years of Moretti training overriding the priest I'd tried to become, and I shoved Lilith toward the window while the second man dove for cover behind our broken couch and returned fire that tore chunks out of the wall where my head had been. The window slammed shut behind Lilith and I counted three seconds before rolling left and putting a bullet through the couch that made the man behind it scream, not a kill shot but enough to slow him down while I grabbed the go-bag we'd kept packed and kicked through the bathroom door as two more soldiers

Chapter 9: Lessons in Control DAMIEN’S POV The morning light spilled across my desk in gold fragments, but all I could think about was the girl upstairs. The image of her skin blistered by boiling water still haunted me—not because I couldn’t stomach pain, but because it wasn’t supposed to be hers. I’d seen warriors bleed out in my hands without flinching, yet one broken look from Anya Voss had managed to claw its way under my skin and settle there like a curse.

open its belly. Steaming guts spilled onto the ground in slippery ropes. He finished by tearing out the throat in a final fountain of blood that soaked his fur dark red. The garden was now a slaughter yard scattered limbs, pools of blood gleaming under the red moon, the metallic stench thick in the air. Damien shifted back to human form, naked, glistening with sweat and enemy gore. His cock remained rock-hard, smeared with blood. He looked up at Monalisa in the doorway, eyes burning with possessive lust, he leaped back up in one powerful bound and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the tall library window overlooking the carnage below. Look what Daddy did for you, baby girl, he

"AAAAAHHHH! HELP US! PLEASE SAVE US!" The 46-year old crippled woman is in panic and held her arms out as she fights for her life when the members of the Kaplawa Beast Clan dominate their downtown on Thursday midnight. When all are resting, heavy rains and lightning dawned by the Werewolves deafening howls and half-bodied beasts' evil laughs. The ferocious storm suddenly surrounds a certain area and selected streets where the Kaplawa Clan chooses to attack.