Damon Torrance Book Novels & Stories

Damon sighed as he set the books he carried in beside the tray. "Plus told tell Tom this but he can be a little intense sometimes. I could of just told you I'm sure you would have been less scared" He continued. Damon seemed harmless as did Alli, but I thought that about Dylan as well. Damon could of been just trying to get on my good side until he decided when he was going to eat me. "These books, they will tell you everything you need to know. Call me or Alli, wait no just call me if you need anything I'm sure I'll be about somewhere" Damon sighed before standing up to his full height.

It was around 12:00 when Damon came home he sat next to me, he put his arm around me and I put my head on his chest, there was a man on the screen talking about a book he had written about the queen mother, I sniffed "You know maybe you can finish your book, and maybe one day the Queen will read it" Damon suggested "Well, unless you have TARDIS lying around, I doubt it" I answered with a smile, "I don't know what a TARDIS is, but maybe she will come back as a ghost, like Robert did"

Damon couldn't focus on the book in his hand, one question kept ringing over and over again in his head. What are you hiding, Sage?

"Now." "All in good time." Damon began moving round us slowly, like a beast sizing up its prey. His hand was planted as if casually on the gun in his holster. “First, we must settle terms of all. I want the recipe book. And I want to see that tattoo my dear dead father told me about on his deathbed.” My hands clenched. "You tortured him for information."

" Ashley ask. "I think I already told you not to call me Mr. Williams." Damon said as he crossed his arm over his chest. Ashley blushed hard, but she ignored him. "Damon, which is your favorite book?" Ashley asks as she tries to change the topic. "Many are there, like Pillow Thought II. I really loved this book, as it's so soothing and makes me calm." Damon answered, and Ashley nodded. "Impressive! My cousin's brother loves this book as well." Ashley said it with a smile. Damon nodded and went toward Ashley, sniffing her scent.

I got to the Library and I met Damon reading a book with his back turned against the door. I strolled quitely and stood at his back. "Don't get those innocent legs angry," He replied. "How did you know I am in your back?" I asked. "Your fragrance" He replied. "Wow" I replied sitting beside him and he dropped his book. "Hope I am not disturbing something?" I asked. "Yes, you are," He replied. "What am I disturbing?" I asked. "My thinking faculty" He replied. "In what way?" I asked and he quickly pecked me on my lip.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

Damien interrupted her, his hand settling at my waist as his head nuzzled me. "She is right. Speak freely." Keturah's jaw ticked and I knew she was pissed that Damien had sided with me instead of her. Then in a blink, the annoyance on her face was gone and she looked neutral as she shrugged. "Okay, Damien. The prisoner, Dorian, is ready for you to torture." I froze unmoving in his lap. "What?" I twisted to look at Damien. He was going to torture Dorisn despite knowing that whatever had happened hadn't been done in his full state of consciousness.

Damon didn’t understand. “Did you not keep tabs on your daughter after you ran off?” he asked. She stared at him angrily, her body stiff. “I didn’t run off,” she answered quietly, “I was protecting my family.” Now he was lost. “I don’t understand.” Kate broke eye contact. Damon could tell she was ashamed of her story. No matter, he needed to know the truth. “There was an issue a couple of years back between me and a man by the name of Calvin Torrez. I had an affair with him.” Damon listened. “He was a violent man and I was stuck.” She went quiet.

"You cannot defy him again." Her motherly, disapproving touch made me cringe and shrink. "If he can hurt you this badly for pleasure, just think of what he can do when his true intention is to hurt you," she said. When Damon came back later that evening, I was lying on the bed. I had just learned about the library's existence and was reading The Nature of the Beast, a novel about the history of werewolves. He hardly looked at me as he undressed in front of me, his cologne of cigarettes and alcohol returning. I made an effort to look away from his toned chest and the light brown hairs that adorned his ripped abdomen.