Novel & Cerita Damon Maitsu Fanart

"What the fuck did I do!" Damien yelled grabbing his air, he placed his room wondering how he had ended up with her in the Lightroom. "This was a huge mistake"he exclaimed taking a seat on his bed, he stood up again grunting as he paced his room. "She must think that I now care for her, that I now accept her as my mate, how absurd!!" "I have to correct this, I ha-" a knock on his door cuts his mumbling as he stares at the door. He wasn't in a mood for visitors but the sweet scent of Elle brings a mischievous smile to his face.

Agreed," I replied. I take my cell phone and play a song. "Well, let”s get back to work!" I said. "Oh, Nandemonaiya again eh? Doesn’t it bore you?" Alfi asked. "Nah, this is the song that made me meet Mitsuha," I answered embracing my Mitsuha dakimakura (a hugging pillow with your loved anime character) "What a pathetic Nijikon," Alfi said. "Hmph, like you are one to talk," I replied.

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

One was the fan art compilation—drawings sent in by followers, ranging from technically impressive to utterly unhinged, all depicting two figures whose features were consistently dark-haired and golden-blonde respectively. The caption was simply the people have spoken. It had eighty thousand views before nine AM. The second was a reaction video to the fan art where Scarlett said nothing, only held up pieces of it to the camera with an expression of increasing approval. The third was twelve seconds of her pointing at her own ring finger with both eyebrows raised, saying nothing, and walking out of frame. Damien saw all three when Roman sent them to him at nine-fifteen. He looked at them. He p

“You’ll meet my other two friends when we get to the cafeteria. Are you okay with that kitten?” “I-I’m fine with t-that.” Aurora mumbled out, shyly eyeing the people that surrounded her. “A-Are they nice?” I merely nodded. Jason wasn’t a mean person without reason, but Vixen had the tendency being bitchy. But I’m positive she new better than to be mean towards my mate. I could care less if she was the mate to one of my longest best friends. My mate means more to me than anyone else. I’m not afraid to kill my friend bitch because she couldn’t watch her tongue.

He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles. The latest portrait of my mate and child is my favorite -Pepper, in human form, wears the headpiece Meagan gave her and she's dressed in a skimpy green outfit that Roxy presented as a motherhood gift. Jewel is in dragon form and much larger than Pepper, though still obviously a young dragon. Her horns have not yet grown in and her bald head reminds me of Pepper's. They stand on a rock ledge with Pepper's hand resting on our daughter's head. Mikael painted Jewel's peevish expression perfectly. Our daughter hates to stay still. We already know she wi

“Figures. She’s just like you.” I blinked, startled by the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but something close. “Stubborn.” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “She’s barely a week old.” Damon shrugged, his gaze settling on Isla, watching as her tiny fingers curled and uncurled. “Still. She seems to be the kind that would give me a fuss in the future. If this is how she is at one week old.”

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

The resaction to the small somewhat innocent caresses I gave to my peach where a… test of sort to see how they would react to me touching her, to me suducing her infront of them, and let me tell you it didnt disapoint. Damitri is an attractive man even I can admit that, Dante is just as hot and this Bi man would mind a taste of them if the chance ever crossed my path, but they are not mine they belong to her, my peach, and im fine with that. Right now as I sip my drink I watch as Dante continues to try and get Damitri to tell us what his sick little mine fantizised about just a moment ago that had him pitchibng a tent like a pre-pubesent boy discovering p**n for the first time.

He did so. Dami didn't only see himself as a boss he saw himself as a king.His love for white color made his house inner painting white colour. He also had a picture of a flying dragon with fire in it's mouth hung on the wall in the sitting room,the same exact tattoo he had on his chest. Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing.