Damon Prison World Pancakes Novels & Stories

Real. “So,” he said after a moment, flipping another pancake, “should we just cancel everything today? Stay in? Eat, kiss, repeat?” “I’m listening,” I said. He slid a pancake onto a plate and passed it to me, then grabbed the syrup. “We could call it… Pillow Fort and Pancake Day.” I choked on my coffee laughing. “You? Damian Blackstone? In a pillow fort?” He gave me a wicked grin. “Don’t test me, trouble. I have throw pillows and a lot of imagination.”

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

Nicola asked, gesturing at the disaster zone that had once been her kitchen. Dean turned, holding up a pancake with pride. “Breakfast! We figured you deserved a proper post-exam feast.” Dylan snorted. “By ‘we,’ he means himself. Damien and I are just here for moral support.” “You’re here for the food,” Damien corrected, taking another sip of coffee. Nicola laughed, her heart lifting at their efforts. She grabbed a plate and moved to the table, where a stack of pancakes awaited her. The smell of syrup and butter filled the air, a comforting reminder of simpler times.

A series of giggles escaped his lips as Bianca swiped him off his little feet. "I want pancakes!" *** Damien took a sip out of his coffee staring at the large projector screen in front of him, he suddenly felt light, a sense of inner peace washed through him and he wondered why.. Maybe it had something to do with the recent punishment he gave to his sister and Rihanna.. Whatever it was, he didn't wish for it to stop.. He placed his cup down clasping his fingers together, he stared with intent at what his employee was demonstrating.. Their attention was pulled to the door which suddenly opened, a little tap of feet rushing in was heard next..

BEVERLY The remaining bite of my pancake suddenly tasted a lot like victory. I chewed slowly, my eyes locked on Damian as he finished the last of his coffee. The man drank it black, obviously. No sugar, no cream, just pure, bitter energy to fuel whatever dark empire he ran when he wasn’t busy lurking in the shadows of this mansion. He set the porcelain cup down with a soft, authoritative click that seemed to punctuate the end of our conversation. The rigid, unyielding armor he wore so effortlessly was back in place. The tiny, almost-invisible twitch of his lips from a few moments ago was gone, buried beneath a layer of ice so thick you’d need a blowtorch to get through it.

"I've built this perfect life—success, independence, stability. And it's completely empty. I go through my days like I'm watching myself from outside my body. And then I saw you and suddenly I was back inside myself, feeling everything, and it was terrifying and awful and I didn't want it to stop." "That's not healthy," Damien observes, but there's no judgment in it. "I know. Dr. Chen would have a field day with this entire situation." "Dr. Morrison too." He pours batter onto a hot griddle. "We're probably both making a terrible mistake right now." "Probably." "But you're still here." "Still here." The pancakes are perfect—fluffy and golden, served with real maple syrup he says he gets shipp

Although I know that Dorian loves my sister more than himself, I still hated him a little bit for taking her away from me. I shake off the memories and hurriedly get to work. Even though only a few pack members reside here they are mostly male warriors and have very large appetites. I carefully make a variety of eggs, from scrambled with cheese to poached. Ham, bacon and sausage are also prepared, and then I start on the pancakes.

When she emerged from her room fifteen minutes later, showered and dressed in comfortable jeans and one of the soft cashmere sweaters Jennifer had insisted she needed, she followed the smell of coffee and something burning to the penthouse's massive kitchen. Damian stood at the stove, hair adorably disheveled, wearing jeans and a t-shirt she'd never seen him in before. He looked nothing like the intimidating CEO - just a man trying and failing to make breakfast. "Fair warning," he said without turning around, "I may have severely overestimated my cooking abilities." Claire moved to his side and peered at the pan. The pancakes were... unique. Lumpy, unevenly cooked, vaguely pancake-shaped at

i mumble as i sat down and start scanning the table for my baby Pancakes But I don't see any , I look over at Jen confused as to why there are no pancakes she notices my confused face and points at Danny I look sober at him and he has the whole plate of pancakes infront of him as he devours them like his a freaken king Kong "Danny why do you have all the pancake"I grit out clenching my fists as I want to strangle the little weirdo He simply looks at me and smirks as he eats his pancakes now in slow mo not breaking eye contact with me That's it he had been pushing me for the past one week I grab a bottle of vinegar in my hand as I look at him with a smirk

I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“ My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.” “No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.” “Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.