Damon Klaus Novels & Stories

Isabella coughed into her napkin. Cleo forced a brittle laugh. “Cute. Really. But you should be thanking me. I made Damien. Before me, he was just a cold brute with no taste.” “Oh?” Ellie said, eyes wide. “And after you?” “He became a man with standards,” Cleo snapped. “Clearly, they've dropped again.” Ellie tapped her chin. “You’re right. He used to like empty-headed women who inhaled perfume and survived on designer sugar daddies.”

"I am Anna Dominic." Klaus let out a dark, guttural growl that echoed off the stone chimney. He drove the rest of his nine-inch length home. The full, thick weight of him filled me completely, stretching my tight channel to its absolute limit, embedding his pelvis hard against mine with a heavy, physical thud that took the air straight out of my lungs. I threw my head back, a breathless, high-pitched scream tearing from my throat as a wave of intense, electric heat exploded through my hips.

He spanked her butt and let her go. He went to the closet to get ready and rose opened the box. It was a black coloured gown. Rose dried and curled her hair and wore it, it was fitting her perfectly which made her think that how did Damian know her exact measurements. She did a nude makeup and wore her heels. Rose tied the gun and knife holster around her thighs and she was ready for the night. Damian came out of the closet wearing his black suit. Rose looked at his handsome form and averted her eyes quickly. His sharp jawline, perfectly set hair and his deep blue eyes they were her weak point, she always gets drawn in his blue oceans eyes.

Summer heard a guy voice boomed behind her as she she slowly turned back and her heart skipped a beat. Standing there was one of the most handsome guy she had ever seen Was he human or was he a god? Summer asked herself as she found herself stared admiringly at the guy. He had a pale looking skin, silky brown hair, crystal blue eyes, sexy pink lips and an oval shaped face. He was a true definition of handsomeness. "I'm Damon, what's your name?" The name known as Damon asked, stretching his hands for an handshake. "I'm Summer" Summer replied, accepting his handshake.

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

I wanted to get up and scream, reveal all his evil doings because Ria was my cousin, she was family, and we, the Delucas, took family seriously. But seeing the sharp, warning glint in his eyes, I could only swallow back my words like some coward and cry silently. "May I please be excused?" I questioned and he nodded, thankfully. I got up from the chair without gratitude because he did not deserve one, he was a monster. Kelvin placed his hand on my back, about to lead me out of the study when; "Don't forget what we have discussed, Cara Mia ( my darling)." Don Luciano said, and Kelvin flinched upon his use of words, while I dug my nails into my palm.

How could Donovan be so mean? She heard sure footsteps and rushed to her feet, her heart pounding as the door was opened to reveal Donovan. She observed Donovan's curly hair, now longer and more pronounced, triggering memories of his past cruelty when he bullied her as a child. But this time, he stood before her as an adult, his hair lending him an air of rugged allure rather than innocence. It no longer softened his features; instead, it accentuated his confident demeanor, transforming him into a figure of unsettling allure, like a wealthy male model untouched by the burdens of the world.

She killed her so there is nothing to be scared of. Damon furrowed his brows. Since the disappearance of Daisy, things has been really odd for him. It is not the mood of partying but this particular invitation is what he dare not deny. King Nikolai is so kind. He is a man with an outstanding aura. That old man used to be his father's best friend. "I will see to that..." Damon's reply was short and curt. He can't say yes and he won't say no neither. Salvatore folded the scroll and walked out.

He is claiming me with his kiss, pouring his emotions,showing me what he wanted to say with his mouth. I shouldn't be enjoying his force, being submissive and giving him full access to devour me. Damien held me up and let my legs wrapped around his waist, my hips grinned down on his stomach making him groan and pull away from his kiss. His eyes were hooded with lust and want, I am sure mine reflects the same as him. “Chloe...please be honest with me” he whispered, brushing my lower lips with his thumb. I nodded in daze. “okay...I don't want to keep secrets between us” I say, nuzzling against his cheek.

-Damon, it's not that I need more time. -But then what is it? -Damon, I'm not one of those models you used to hang around with. -What do you mean? he asks seriously. -I mean, I don't look like them. I don't have a flat stomach, I'm neither tall nor... -Elenor, you're not like them. You're much better than them. I desire you like I've never desired anyone! I've been yearning for you and that sexy body of yours since I saw you leave me that night. Do you know how many cold showers I've had because of you? You don't know! Do you know how many bullets I wanted to put into every man at that charity ball?"