Damon Prison World Pancakes Novels & Stories

Damien’s POV I turned back to the stove, flipping the bacon with a sharp snap of the spatula. A wicked grin pulled at my lips. She thinks she’s escaping me? Doll, you don’t even realize how deep you’re sinking. I poured the whisked eggs into the pan, the sizzle loud and sharp, and all the while my mind replayed her face when I pinned her, her breathless little whisper of stop, the way her knees nearly gave out when I bit down on her pulse.

"Extraction team is inside the warehouse now. We've got drone feed and body cams, but there's a lot of interference. Concrete walls, signal jammers. We're working on clearing it up." "Patch me whatever you have." The monitor in front of me flickered to life. Drone footage from above the warehouse—a sprawling industrial complex near the water, its loading bays dark except for the one Lila had disabled. From this height, it looked like a child's playset. I knew it wasn't. I knew men were dying inside it right now, and one of them was the man I'd kissed with broken glass at my feet and his blood on my lips. The body cam feeds were worse. Fragmented glimpses of concrete corridors, flickering flu

Damon pondered before answering, "It's been a while since I've had your pancakes. I'd like those." Lydia's face brightened. "Alright, I'll make them now." She headed to the kitchen, her steps noticeably lighter. Meanwhile, Damon grabbed a change of clothes and stepped into his bathroom to shower. When he emerged, Lydia had just finished placing a steaming batch of fresh pancakes on the dining table. "Mr. Sumner, the pancakes are ready. Would you like to eat now?" she asked. "Yeah," Damon replied. He sat at the table and had just taken a bite when Spencer arrived.

Alex rolled her eyes and turned her attention in ringing up the register from the waiters that are handing her the bill. “Hey, sweetheart!” Alex turned at the familiar voice and was about to throw back a sarcastic remark. She watched with her mouth slightly open as Damon approached the counter and took a seat on the stool, a few feet away from Zach. She noted that Zach glanced at Damon casually. The hell are you here as well? She thought, giving him a hard look. “Black coffee for me and the pancakes you usually make for me, love,” he added with a grin. He glanced and gave Zach a nod. “Your first time here, bro? You should try the pancakes she makes. They’re good.”

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.

she asked, leaning against the counter as Dean handed her a steaming mug of coffee. “Pretty much,” Dean said, smirking. “Though I have to admit, the food is usually edible despite their antics.” Dylan flipped a pancake high into the air, catching it neatly in the pan. “See that? That’s skill, Nic.” Damien snorted. “It’s a pancake, not a rugby ball. Calm down.” Nicola couldn’t help but laugh as she slid into a chair at the massive wooden table. Breakfast was lively and chaotic, with syrup spills, teasing jabs, and Dylan insisting that his pancakes were objectively superior. For a moment, everything felt blissfully normal.

The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price. Rising from my chair, I flipped the knife in my hand, testing its weight as I took a slow bite of the apple. I chewed thoughtfully, savoring the moment. "In the spirit of friendship, Mateo," I said, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "I’ll grant you one last wish. Choose wisely. It’s the only choice you’ll ever get." "Please, Don… mercy. Kill me quickly," he begged, his voice trembling with the understanding of what mercy meant coming from me.

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..

And for the first time ever, I saw him flush—pale cheeks tinged with a shade of pink. My stomach did another ridiculous flip and I bit back a grin. I picked up my fork and knife, digging in. The first thing I tasted were the pancakes and they were absolutely delicious. Of course he was a great cook as well, the complete package. Ian cleared his throat and took a quick step back, turning toward the TV. With a flick of the remote, the screen lit up. The news filled the room. And the headline sucker-punched the air out of my lungs. LUNA OF HUNTER VALLEY PACK ARRESTED ON MULTIPLE FELONY CHARGES