Damon Prison World Pancakes Novels & Stories

Victor, Damon, and Gabby are in the middle of an unholy breakfast war. Gabby is standing on the center island, a wooden spoon in one hand, and flour on her nose. Damon’s holding a bowl at an angle while she whisks the contents like a miniature hurricane. Victor’s at the stove, spatula in hand, and his brow furrowed as he tries to flip a pancake without tearing it. All three of them and the kitchen are covered in flour. “More eggs!” Damon says, grinning. His voice is lighter than I’ve heard it in months.

Satisfied that she looks Amazingly funny I walk to Susan’s room and did the same, Susan sleeps like a log of wood so it was easy to design her face After i was done with my revenge plan i went downstairs and made pancakes for breakfast while my favorite music started to play, my phone started to ring and i picked it knowing it was Damien “Good morning Sunshine "i greeted him happily and i heard him chuckle "Good morning princess, you’re in a good mood today, any reason for that" he asks and i chuckle

"Oh...I was just trying to make banana pancakes for breakfast. Don't you like pancake ?" Dae found Aroon's phone sitting there on the counter. A video was kept paused. A picture of someone stirring something could be seen. obviously it is the video of how to make banana pancakes. What else can be it ? " I like pancakes but I am scared to eat the thing you are gonna make. You are in the kitchen for the first time, right ? I will just have breakfast from canteen. You don't need to make breakfast for me.", Dae said.

Damian ventured. Sabrina smiled, impressed. "Quick learner." Eliana pushed the other chair out beside her and nodded for Damian to sit. He did, struggling to hide how unsure he seemed as he took in the surroundings. The pancakes, the bottle of syrup that was shaped like a chicken, the strange arrangement of magnets on the fridge reading NO DATING UNLESS MOM SAYS SO. "Cozy?" Saben asked, leaning forward slightly. "Whatever I can be when I think I have snipers looking at me," Damian replied.

he says. I laugh. "Goddess Maia you are the most amazing friend a girl could ask for," I mutter, turning back to her. "So, what's the house special?" I ask. "Alpha Daerius' famous chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries and bacon on the side," she says, wiggling her eyebrows. I clap my hands together. "Oh yes I love your dad's pancakes!" "Do you want coffee too?" Maia asks. "Yes please." "Alpha Dorian, would you like some pancakes too?"

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

Not now Leah. By the time we carry everything to the table the smell of coffee and syrup has filled the house. Mom calls out, “Breakfast!” They troop in and Damien reaches for the pancake stack like a man who hasn’t eaten properly in weeks. He freezes, eyes wide and he looks at my mom confused. She raises an eyebrow. “Grace first.” He blinks then laughs “Right. Of course.” We link hands around the table. His palm slides into mine; it's warm and rough from whatever mysterious work keeps him away for so long. Mom says the simple blessing we always use.

Yet, now, he arrived in the middle of the night, claiming to be hungry and requesting food. "Dickson, what's your game? If you don't leave, don't blame me for taking drastic measures!" While speaking, Amanda couldn't resist reaching out, attempting to usher him out of the house. However, Dickson remained as unyielding as a mountain, refusing to budge. "I'm genuinely hungry. I want to eat something!" he declared, patting his belly. Amanda was even more dumbfounded. "So, what do you want to eat?" "Anything!" Amanda paused for a few seconds, said nothing more, and turned toward the kitchen. After all, making some pancakes wouldn't take much time. Her goal was to fill his stomach and prompt him

The demon cackled and Jonathan felt the urge to maim go up a few notches. Suddenly a blood-curdling scream sounded out before it abruptly cut off giving way to uneasy silence. Jonathan felt his lips turn up in a grin as the demon shifted uneasily looking between the door leading to the room and to where Adom was tied to the chair, suddenly relaxing back looking fully at ease. "Usually everyone sees my possessive side but what they don't see is that my lover has one to match mine and he is obviously not happy with whatever little message you left behind." Jonathan said conversationally as the door started banging like someone was being hit against it repeatedly.

He did not have facial hair, his skin was as smooth as silk if only there were no scars all over it I would have declared him the most handsome man in the world regardless I still declared him the most handsome, in my world at least. “Here is your order sir.” I place his order and as l was about to furiously walk away he called me. “Excuse me Miss?” I turn around to face him; did he just call me back? Did he also enjoy our close to no conversation? It’s nothing I should not be freaking out, so why am l freaking out? “Yes?” l say without falter in my speech. “I am not really familiar with lemon muffins but l don’t think these are lemon muffins they look more blue berry than lemon.”