Novel & Cerita Damon Prison World Pancakes

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.

I said with an amused look on my face as he entered the room with the tray. “Yes, I was bored and hungry. So I decided to make some pancakes. Here, I brought some for you as well.” Damon said, stretching out his hands to offer me a plate filled with pancakes. “You made this pancake yourself and brought some for me?” I asked in bewilderment. I couldn’t believe what was happening; the way I was feeling now was simply indescribable. “Yes,” he replied, which further shocked me.

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.

Mason told me the only reason they have a kitchen is for when the vampire king has human guests around. We lie to the guards, saying it's time for Mom to eat. “Hi, Mason. How are you doing today?” the guard in front of the dungeon says. Luckily, Mason’s good friends with him. He’ll allow me to enter without making a fuss. “I’m doing well. How are you doing, Sam?” Mason asks. “I’m good. You must be here to give the prisoner in cell 201 her food.” “Yes.” “Open the tray,” he says, and Mason does as he asks. He checks the tray for sharp objects. Once he’s sure that there is none he clears us to go in.

He hugged me and kissed my head. “So what do you want for your pre-training breakfast?” Mom asked me with a smirk as she put the pancakes in front of my father. “The usual.” I say smiling and feeling a bit of nostalgia. “So orange juice and scrambled eggs?” She recalled “Yes.” I nod my head at her. “And after your training?” Mom asked while breaking the eggs on the pan. “It’s not training, I’ll just go out for a run.” I told them. “But I’ll want the usual as well.”

"Please... don't leave me..." The next day, the video went viral on the dark web. The title was: THE FALLEN DON: LORENZO ROMANO'S PUBLIC MELTDOWN. In the video, the once untouchable Don of New York was being beaten like a dog, all to protect an old phone. Someone amplified the audio, making out the name I kept repeating. It wasn't a plea for mercy. It wasn't a curse. Just one word, filled with blood-soaked despair.

I’m literally half her age and I know better. “Sourpuss,” she winks at me. “C’mon, it’s about time you smiled.” When our drinks come, my marshmallows have been melted and whipped to such high peaks it’s impossible to take a sip without painting my face. My mother is checking her phone, and the thought of the Blue Shades man’s scrotum getting hacked off and stored in his loafers has already crossed my mind a few times. All that blood flooding down his crisp, clean pants. Screaming as he grabs between his legs. The eye in my forehead is fluttering under my skin, too dark and too willing to open itself wide. Ready to show me. Always trying to show me these things.

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

He answered looking flustered. Well, that’s a first. I never ever thought that I would see the almighty Damian look flustered. “You didn’t really overdo it. Just a few mistakes that can be rectified.” I said as I walked towards him and threw away the pancake on the pan as it was already burnt. I picked up the bowl of mixed pancake and was surprised to see that it was empty. “I used it up.” Damian said, scratching his head nervously. He looked really cute. I had the urge to laugh but I held myself. I picked the flour and mixed it with the other pancake ingredients while Damian watched me carefully.