Damon Klaus Novels & Stories

His phone vibrated sharply on the glass table. Damon picked it up. The moment he saw the notifications, his stomach tightened. Twenty-seven missed calls. Thirty-two messages. News alerts. His assistant’s name filled the screen. Claudia. Damon answered immediately. “What happened?” Her voice was breathless. “Sir, you need to see the news.” Damon opened the first link she sent. The headline appeared instantly, and the world seemed to tilt. BILLIONAIRE CEO DAMON MOREAU IN SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH BODYGUARD

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

The heavy blankets tossed and turned as they became a single, tangled mess of heat and gasps. For Damian, the morning was simply an extension of a long night that hadn't been enough. He didn't stop at one round; he took her twice more, leaving Selene stunned by his sheer stamina. Selene stared at Damian as he lay panting beside her. Even now, he looked ready to go again. How was he this strong? Was it from military training? He wasn't just a Duke. He was a celebrated commander, a man known across the continent for his physical prowess.

She was right, she was on a beach but the cruel part is it was an island out of nowhere! Only the ocean could be seen from where she is right now and the only island was where she was standing. This can't be! Was she being kidnapped? Trying to reminisce about what happened before she passed out, she remembered seeing Damon before she closed her eyes. "Glad you're awake now, agapi mou..." Damon's baritone voice snapped her out from her deep thinking. Katerina immediately turned around and there she saw Damon, looking hot with his white beach long sleeves paired with brown jeans that were folded on his knees. She shook his head. She shouldn't be admiring how hot he is right now. She needs to r

He sat down with me on his lap with savage naturalness, as if that were the only place I should be. His body was a warm, tense, and alive wall. His breath heated my neck. One of his hands held my thigh firmly, while the other moved slowly in circles along my back, provoking involuntary shivers with every touch. “Raiker threw Klaus’s head at my feet,” Daimon’s voice came out deep, laden with resentment. “And he challenged me to a duel to the death.” My stomach churned at the image. I clenched my fists on his thighs, trying to contain the shiver that ran down my spine.

*AURORA* “What sort of drama is this? There is a real and fake Mrs Sullivan?” That voice sounded in the air. I swallowed, recognizing his voice. Damon. I turned around to find him walking up to us. Today, he was dressed, casually in black sweatshirt and sweatpants. I wanted to lie and say he looked less attractive, I wanted to say he looked better only in suits but I had to admit, the man could look majestic in anything. “The polygamy is this city is interesting and it seems like both women don’t even know that they’re married to the same man.”

Leave everything to me; I shall curate a selection worthy of a king and his prince charming. He gestures to his assistants with a wave of his hand. "Allez, chop chop! Make certain every.single item is packed with meticulous care. We mustn't delay these lovebirds from their anticipated rendezvous, non?" Damon turns back to Eli, his intense gaze locked on the younger man's flushed face. Cupping Eli's chin gently, he leans in and captures his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It's a kiss filled with hunger and promise, one that leaves Eli weak in the knees and sets his pulse racing.

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”

Don smacked Dave across the face and growled at him. "Speak when spoken to!" I growled and Dave held a smirk on his face. "What the hell was that? Did I just hear a growl coming out of your mouth?" Jeremy looked terrified. "You want to know the truth!" He scrunched his eyebrows but nodded his head. "We're a supernatural creature known as wolves!" Helena smacked me and glared. "Don't sugarcoat it, Aaron!" Her voice dripped in sarcasm. I turned away and looked back at Jeremy who was trying to hold onto his laughter.

He has this type of voice that can lure anyone to fall into his trap and bring any woman to his bed. I quickly with shaking hands wrote their orders down, then turn to the last one but before I could speak, He spoke up in an all too familiar tone I'd grown to know because of Tricia. Yes, Tricia. " I'll have a chocolate milkshake" I lift my gaze from the book I've locked my head in to avoid ogling the Greek God. The one who spoke just now is none other than Dario, Tricia's boyfriend. My eyes widen and my jaw dropped to the floor, what on Earth is he doing with these two people who look like they could murder anyone anytime?