Damon Albarn Young Novels & Stories

young Britney Lawson smiled as Damien climbed out of his car. The eighteen-year-old was wearing a tight pair of jogging shorts and a loose tank top, the sides open to show her black sports bra holding in her impressive bosom. The perky, young woman jogged past, her blonde hair trailing behind her. "Hey, Britney," Damien said. "How's your parents?" "Fine," she smiled. "How was your business trip?" "Successful. I'm eager to see Abby, though." "Oh, when did she get back?" Britney asked, pausing to jog in place.

TWO DAYS LATER Hands folded, and standing upright Damien stared at the screen of his laptop, where he was currently having a video call session with Alvarez. Alvarez and his daughter Ivy rather… The little kid was stationed on her father’s thighs, eating some snacks out of a bowl.

Abijahs POV (Dreaming) I was still in the park laying on my blanket, all alone. I started singing songs that reminded me of Beta Shawn. And these are the main ones that popped up in my mind: That Guy by Tori Amos, How Can I Ease The Pain by Lisa Fischer, Ex-Factor by Lauryn Hill, The Wilhelm Scream by James Blake, Scared by Ashanti and Emotional Rollercoaster by Vivian Green and I sang them over and over again until I drifted off to sleep.

Damian but she knew him as Damon. Except now he wasn’t Damon from Camp Ravenpine. He wasn’t just a boy from a bonfire. He was here. In her father’s diner. Smiling calmly, like he hadn’t shown her heaven only to vanish and leave her shattered. Alison wanted to scream and punch him but she calmed down Mr. Fisher didn’t notice her shock. He chuckled warmly and patted Damian’s shoulder. “This young man’s new in town. Charming fella. Says he’s just looking for some peace and a good place to eat.” Mr Fisher said as he patted Damian's shoulder

Not that I mind the current alphas, but some of them are older, stuck in their ways, and resistant to change. The only outlier will be Alpha Vaughn from the Norbury pack. He’s got a son, Chase, but he’s still in high school, so it’ll be a while before he takes over. I’m hoping that Chase will come join us at the squad complex after he graduates high school so we can get to know him better, assimilate him into our little brotherhood of young alphas.

he said. “Hey,” I said and snapped back to reality. “Are you okay?” he asked me. “I just saw Damon and he really doesn’t remember me,” I said to him. “I’m sorry, I just heard that he went to St Albans,” he said to me. “It’s okay, it was just a shock to see him,” I said and took a deep breath. “He quit Finley, he gave the Alpha seat to Jared, he packed all of his stuff and left last night,” he said.

It consumed a day before Dominick wake up, and now, here we are. Dominick returned the wealth and all assets of Damon to his parents—Blake and Robert. “Let’s go?” he said, carrying Liam. We stepped closer to Damon’s tomb. Damon Karsyn Born: November 02, 1985 Died: February 08, 2018

He’s making a fair point but that doesn’t mean we can abandon Aliya. I look at the large communication screen behind me which Jared set up for me for me last week. Time to test it. It’s a little difficult to maneuvere but I after a few long minutes, the screen flickers and a familiar dusky skinned face appears on it. Damon is the Alpha of the Night Stalkers tribe. Panther shifters. He has a lazy gleam in his eyes as he looks at me, “Finally installed the comms, did you? Told you it would come in useful. Now if only your grandfather would be willing to do the same.”

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

“What did you say, Damon?” I heard his laughter, low and drunken. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I said I helped my sister abandon the child. He doesn’t have a name before. But now, you call him Alan.” My free hand balled. “Did your parents know?” “My mom and dad?” He lifted his face and then he smiled after he saw my phone. “Oh! Are you filming your handsome boyfriend’s face?” “Did your parents know, Damon?” He made a reckless single nod. “Yup!”