Damned Novel Novels & Stories

I said, punctuating the last word with a smile, then walked upstairs to my room Bitch!! But the moment I closed the door to my room, I opened it again and stepped outside, deciding that today would be a great day to read the third book in the Born in Trilogy. I followed the hallway to the library, humming quietly, as I traced the stack of books until I got the one I was looking for. Born in shame, by Nora Roberts. There. You might be a way better company than anyone else in this house. I took the book and turned on my heels but stopped when I saw Damian leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

The cold was freezing, Ana was merely on a silk blue gown, off-the shoulder; showcasing her delicate collarbone which was adorned with pearls to her ears and a net arms glove. She shivers gently under the cold night breeze, until she caught Dam's scent it scents of dominance as his masculine figure strode into the orchard. "Alpha Dam!" Ana called with a bright smile as her heart thuds fast, His handsomeness captivating as usual, so tall and imposing, exuding an effortless charm that was as captivating as it was dangerous, his rugged strong masculine jawline and a razor-sharp nose, fixed to a broad. "I trust you wouldn't dare leave, I was right" Damian said with a smirk as he walked towards h

—------------------------- Genevieve, I am pained to inform you that whilst tracking down our parents murderer we suffered losses. Anton Jackon, Manée Primo, James Primo and Damien Danvers were savagely killed on the border between our two packs. I know this will upset you, but I have further news. The person who killed them was Nikolai. It was confirmed by villagers of his bloodied state and naked form after. We do not know how it turned violent but four friends are dead at the hand of White Forest.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

But dont worry this summer, the next book will be uploaded. In the meantime, go read Retrograde or The venom in my system; both are amazing books too. Thank you for reading.

They had originally despised me from the moment Grandfather elevated me from a maid to a daughter-in-law, but my recent weight gain gave them the perfect excuse to treat me like an absolute embarrassment. "Look at yourself, Nina," Damian sneered with disdain. "You didn't even try to fit into my world. You completely let yourself go. Did you honestly think a Knight would ever proudly present a fat, shapeless wife to high society? Aside from your face, you are an eye-sore. You don't fit the mold of a billionaire's wife, and you never will. Nobody would ever want a woman who looks like you, so stop forcing yourself on me." The words cut deeper than any physical blade ever could and the pain of

Mira was just stunned by his behaviour. "What took you so long?" Yang who was waiting for him downstairs asked when he saw him. Damon shook his head while tucking his gun in the waistband. Yang noticed that something was wrong. He looked up towards his room and saw Mira coming out of his room. His eyebrows raised in shock and he followed Damon out. "Damon, what's happening?" Damon closed his eyes frustrated and ran fingers through his hair. "I burnt Mira's book which her dead husband gave her."

Night. Rainy. Damdown Woods. Dam’s Keep, Damoria. ########## Seraphina’s hands shook as she clutched the dagger strapped to her thigh. She had almost forgotten it. Small. Ornate. Useless against him. Rain pelted her skin, icy and relentless. Her breath hitched as she darted through the thicket, branches clawing at her like skeletal hands. Thunder cracked overhead, lightning slashing the sky in blinding bursts. Run. Just keep running.

Okay," Rain said.He didn't move for three full seconds.Then he turned and walked to the door, and she watched him go the same way she had three nights ago — completely unable to look anywhere else. His hand was on the door handle when he stopped."Rain."Her name in his mouth. Again. That same weight to it she couldn't explain."Be careful walking home tonight," he said, without turning around. "Take the main roads."He pushed the door open and walked out into the grey morning, and the bell above the door chimed softly behind him.Rain stood behind her counter in her favorite place in the world and felt, for reasons she absolutely could not explain, like something had just fundamentally shifted.L

The rain had returned by evening, drumming softly against the windows of Nina’s apartment. The streets glistened with neon reflections, the city alive with sounds of life and danger that coexisted without apology. Nina stood by her window, wrapped in a cardigan that did little to ward off the chill, staring down at the streets below. Her mind raced, replaying every detail from the last night. Marco Leone had disappeared into that building, Dante had been there in the shadows, watching her, guiding her silently, and every step had felt like a delicate balance between survival and ruin.