Damon Albarn Young Novels & Stories

He had taken care of the problem, and he could now focus on more important things. He spent the rest of the day in meetings, finalizing the details of his deal with Kendrick. He was ruthless and efficient, leaving no stone unturned. As the sun began to set, Damon decided to take a break. He had heard about a new nightclub that was opening downtown, and he thought it might be the perfect place to unwind. He arrived at the club just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. The music was pulsating, and the crowd was already starting to grow.

“But it also doesn’t mean he’ll attack outright.” Caleb leaned back. “You sound confident.” “I’m observant,” I corrected. “If Ravencrest wanted war right now, we wouldn’t be talking. We’d already be bleeding.” Silence followed. Damon studied me with an intensity that made my pulse jump. It wasn't suspicion, but it was something closer to reassessment. “You’re right,” he said finally. “Which means whatever he wants, it’s long term.” “And complicated,” I added. “And personal,” Caleb muttered.

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?"

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

“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.”

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.”

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.”