Novel & Cerita Damon Prison World Pancakes

“Fine. But you’re on diaper duty. Because she’s got that face.” “What face,” I said. “The ‘I’m about to ruin 6 AM’ face,” Adrian said. Standing. Shirtless. Sweats. Scar from Cayman. Also silver. Also always. “All my girls got it.” _Thump._ *7:44 AM. [SFX: PANCAKES. THEN CHAOS. THEN SEVEN.]* Kitchen. Not donuts. Tuesday. Pancakes. Susan’s rule. “Tuesday is pancakes. Because Monday was court. And we won court. Again.”

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.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

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.

I tie my hair up into a loose bun, roll my sleeves, and scan the pantry. Flour. Eggs. Milk. A few strawberries left from the crate I didn’t finish last night. Perfect. I start whisking the batter. The smell of pancakes fills the air. I flip the last pancake onto a plate when I hear a low voice behind me. “What are you smiling about?” I almost drop the spatula. Dante’s leaning against the doorway with his shirt sleeves rolled up. The top two buttons are undone and his hair is still damp from a shower. There’s a shadow of amusement in his eyes and I know it’s the kind that usually means trouble.

Geremia ordered. "Where are you Cami… please be safe" Dante said inwardly. ……….. Camilla opened her eyes, she was in a bunker and she was tied to a chair. "let me go, who did this to me? Let me go" she screamed. The door opened, Paula and Paolo sauntered in. "Shhhh! But then again, you can scream as loud as you want no one would come to your aid" Paula told her. "Dante will kill the both of you" Camilla told them.

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.”