Damon Prison World Pancakes Novels & Stories

I asked out of a sudden. "What offer?" "That you'll give me anything I want." "You already talked to Cornwall, that's your request, right? I wouldn't give you more than that," Koskov said reprimanding me. I crossed my arms, "You're such a spoiler Russian guy. It's not as if I would wish for money and fame, I already got that. I just want a pizza." I raised my brows at him. "Domino's Hawaiian, with lots of pineapples, the whole box, please? Thank you." I hummed a happy tune, smiling at the gaping man.

The next morning, I woke up with my feelings still in turmoil. The conversation with Louis last night was still echoing in my head. His sharp words, his deep disappointment, and his decision not to live with us made my heart feel heavy. But I tried to set all of that aside for a while. I had to get through today. I walked to the kitchen, and there I saw Damian. He was standing in front of the stove, making pancakes. He was only wearing pants, no shirt. I could see his broad, muscular shoulders, his tanned skin, and his agile movements as he flipped the pancakes in the pan.

I look at Penny waiting for her to introduce us. “Dora, this is Samuel. One of the three alphas of The Silver Moon pack.” She says proudly. “Sam, this is Pandora.” She introduced me back. I get up and make my way towards him and shake his hands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” I greet him. “Likewise.” He replies. “So, what are you doing here, Dora? Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for school?” Penny asked me, pulling me out of the trance I was in while looking at Samuel. This man was just handsome.

Pancakes, eggs cooked every way, toast, fruit, bagels, cut up cheese and meats, cereal, sweet cakes, pretzels, sausages, hash browns, beans and different kind of juices and smoothies. Jane and I were star struck and looked at the table in a daze. “That's not cool man. I thought I was imagining this shit yesterday.” Jane said while putting her head in her hands. “Jane, with all that happened yesterday, you're mentally stronger than you think. I said I would do everything in my power to thank you for saving Tris. That at least starts with the truth.” Damon said to us. “Please eat.” He added. He took a barstool opposite of us and looked at us expectantly. “Yes sir.” Jane said, making an army ge

Damon greeted me, standing shirtless with an apron on and exposing his perfectly sculpted muscles. “What are you doing in my kitchen?” I settled into the dining area situated at the center of the kitchen. “Our kitchen,” he retorted, "is making you breakfast.” Damon handed me a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and hotdogs. “What happened to my alcohol?” He asked. My stomach twisted as I remembered myself and Logan drinking it yesterday. “I poured them down the sink,” I replied, turning my face away from him. “You what? That wine was motherfucking expensive.” He snapped.

the green-eyed boy brought a hand to the damaged area without touching it; it still hurt horribly, but he didn't want to disturb his friend anymore, "We're safe for now, thanks to you." Before Chrystal Daly could say anything else, a lady came up to take their order. "One beer... make it three." The woman stared at the redhead, she looked older than the boy, but she still had to make sure. "ID..." Chrystal pulls out her fake ID, waiting for it to be returned without any objection. She had paid a lot of money for that ID; the only thing fake about it was her birth date. "And bring the boy a strawberry milkshake." The woman nodded and returned to the bar, leaving them alone again.

I started again, walking towards the last table across the room. When I noticed Damon wasn't following me, I stopped and I turned to face him. "Go ahead, I will just place our order and bring it," Damon replied. "Okay" I found my way to the table and settled down while scrolling through my phone. In less than ten minutes, Damon returned with two platters, one containing my burritos and pancakes and his loaded fries and chicken. Ewww. I hate chicken. "That was quick," I muttered, dragging the platter closer to me.

The smell of Damien cooking filled the penthouse the next morning. I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him in the kitchen. His broad shoulders were tense under a simple black t-shirt, hair still damp from a shower. He looked like he hadn’t slept much either. When he turned and saw me, hope flickered in his eyes like a candle fighting the wind. “Good morning,” I said softly, tugging his shirt down my thighs. He turned, flipping pancakes with forced casualness. “Morning. Do you want pancakes? And I even cut them into hearts like a sap. Laugh at me if you want.”

“What plan?” “How to make the pack fall in love with you in ninety days.” The kitchen smelled like bacon and eggs and something sweet. My mouth watered. Damien was already there. Eating pancakes straight from a pan. He looked up when we walked in. “She lives.” He grinned. “Thought you might sleep all day after last night.” “Almost did.” I sat at the island. Lycian put a plate in front of me. Eggs. Bacon. Toast. More food than I usually eat in a day. “This is too much.”

Heaven’s POV The morning light floods through the kitchen’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Eden is seated, kicking his legs playfully as he plays with his tablet. Damien stands at the stove flipping pancakes in nothing but low-riding grey sweatpants after convincing Mariam to allow him to cook, the muscles in his back flex every time he moves the spatula. I’m leaning against the counter in one of his black T-shirts and a pair of his boxers, my hair still messy from last night as I sip coffee.