Damon Albarn Young Novels & Stories

“But subtlety helps you survive.” His gaze softened, but there was steel beneath it. “If this leads where we think it does…” “I know,” I said. “We’ll deal with it when we must.” Outside, a horn sounded, short and sharp. This wasn't an alarm but a signal. Damon turned toward the sound. “Caleb?” “Probably,” I said. “He said he’d move quickly.” Damon paused at the door, then looked back at me. “Rachel.” “Yes?” “If the proof points where you think it will…”

Albert replied as he passed him and entered the room. Albert was Damon's friend and also their family doctor. He was the same age as him, but due to his sharp mind and intelligence, he became the werewolf world's youngest doctor. He was carrying out his family's business. "Stop talking and take a look at why she's like this," Damon said as he shut the door. Albert walked over to the bed and said, "Oh, no! Is She an Omega? Even omegas aren't this frail. Then, what's with this woman?"

“What’s your favorite album of all time?” Damon exhaled and smiled, shaking his head. “That’s a dangerous question.” “Nah, I’m serious. If you had to play one record for the rest of your life?” There was a short pause before Damon answered. “Lauryn Hill. The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.” Jordan’s eyes lit up. “No way! That’s top three for me. To Zion is probably the best song ever written.” This time, Damon laughed—not politely, but genuinely. “Kid, you’ve got soul.”

That's what's the terrifying part. "Rylan isn't here anymore, Dawn," he says menacingly. "Right now, you're talking to Sinful."

Damon’s POV “Took you long enough to call, Jacob,” I said into the speaker as I placed the phone against my ear. “Enjoying your sweet little vacation, aren’t you?” I added in a sarcastic tone as I resumed my steps, following closely behind Alina and her little informant, but not close enough to be heard. “Hello to you too, Damon Vyon,” Jacob’s mechanic voice filled the speakers, grating on my eardrums. “And we both know I’m not on a vacation. I told you it was an emergency.”

That was the code word for he had gone to my superiors to shove this man-child into my team and he was turned down. “That’s lovely, but I’ll be leaving in four minutes, tell Kane I said hi on your way up.” I tapped away at my keyboard, making the necessary changes to my schedule. I was too hyped about receiving information about Alan. “How else do you want me to show you I can be a valuable asset to this team?” Damien gave up his sweet charade, donning his high and mighty cloak. “You haven’t had anything positive since I brought in Alma.” “You mean since you kidnapped her, and your bold actions sent our man underground.” I looked at him. “You said so yourself, going on and on about how you w

I ramble, mortified and definitely unable to ask him for a picture now. "Don't worry about it, we've all done worse." He winks at me. Damon Albarn winked at me! I think I might have died and gone to heaven. All my education goes out of the window and I'm reduced to a mumbling, inarticulate mess. He grins at me and I can't look away, I can feel Kenji beside me like an anchor and I try to pull myself together, but it's fricking Damon Albarn! I feel my phone being slipped from my hand and then Damon Albarn has his arms over my shoulder, his head against mine and is saying cheese as he takes a selfie with me! I'm still in a daze as he speaks to Kenji and the others, but I nearly faint when he tu

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

Damian slipped half of Eliana's bacon when she wasn't paying attention, then told her he was saving it for the baby. Mid-brunch, Saben extracted his phone as if it were a sacred artifact. "You all," he exclaimed with perilous enthusiasm. "I just discovered a playlist named Baby Rage 2028. Who wants to listen?" Eliana sighed. "I will literally block me." Damian laughed. "I won't. I may use it as a gym song." "DJ Daddy Wolfe, arriving soon," Saben declared, already loading up music. Another fit of guffaws erupted at the table.

Alan leaned toward me and lowered his voice. “That’s Dave’s father,” he said quietly. I blinked. “Dave? Annoying Dave?” He nodded once. “Yeah. That Dave. This man right here... he’s the only child of my late great aunt.” I frowned slightly. “Who is he?” Alan’s voice dropped even lower, serious now. “That's Eric Damon,” he said. “The billionaire businessman. He is the CEO of Damon Enterprises.”