Damon Torrance Book Novels & Stories

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

I turned the book over to read the title. White Heart Of The Moon Phoenix. I'd never heard of this but it spiked my interest. You should read it. A throat cleared behind me and I toppled back, landing on my butt. The book landed on my side. Damon was standing behind me. "You scared the hell out of me!" He laughed before his eyes narrowed in on the boom beside me. He walked over and picked it before placing it on his desk. "Nice one, Damon. Picking a book over me." I slapped his hand off and stood to my feet. "Never saw you as an avid reader."

“You’re strong, but even the strongest leaders need allies.” “Yes, Sir Connor,” I whispered. He nodded, satisfied, and with one last kind glance, he turned and left. I waited until the sound of his footsteps faded completely before closing the door behind him, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. My body felt like it had been strung too tightly. Then I remembered. Damon. I crossed the room quickly and opened the bathroom door, ready to drag him out. And froze. Damon was sitting casually on the edge of the bathtub, one knee propped up, head tilted slightly as he flipped through my magic book. The one I had hidden carefully under my purse. The one that contained the secrets of the Holy Grail.

Damon had actually created a separate shelf for my medical books so I never actually checked the entire book collection. I was awestruck when I saw great love stories in the shelf. It was a combination of great poems and some heavenly love stories. This was unbelievable. Things were really unbeleivable about Damon. Finding a book in his drawer having contents of all the people he had saved from dying and then finding that he is actually a romance loving person made me believe that I have actually never known him.

Damon says he pulled Amoux to push him to move faster. “Is there something wrong, Damon?” I can't stop but feel worried for them. I know that the Lycan will treat them as traitors once he learns that his successor and nephew are with us. The Lycan will punish them, even though they were related. Damon was holding the big book that Richelle owned. I was excited to read it because I wanted to know why Richelle had this book. Damon moved closer to me and then handed me the book. “Here's the book that you wanted us to take, but—” He paused when he saw the book that my family owned. “Dont tells me it's the same book? Where did you get that?”

I know that in the past, Damon's family wasn't as good to Torrance's family, often mistreating them. Damon though, he changed all that. He treats Torrance like an equal, a friend, a brother! How could Torrance betray the king like this? I have to hurry and get to the remaining villages and let them know. While I'm still in belief that Torrance definitely something to do with this, I have no doubt that he's teaming up with those witches to do so. Quickly, I perform a chant while overlooking the entire village and it's destruction. This spell will allow me to playback these events for proof when I speak to the last three villages remaining.

With the each tap of his shoe her heart beat was increasing as well and when the man came into the spotlight her heart sank deeper inside her stomach. There he was her biggest nightmare, her tormentor standing right in front of him from whom she was running all the time. She could see his piercing blue eyed from far away. The host handed the mic to him and he nonchalantly delivered a speech but she couldn't even hear a single word because her eyes were busy admiring her tormentor's demeanor.

I felt exposed under his gaze, yet strangely powerful. Damon Torres didn’t look away. He held my eyes across the crowded terrace as he slowly raised his glass in a private toast, the corner of his mouth curving into a knowing, devastating smile. The golden Mediterranean sunset painted sharp shadows across his strong features, highlighting the silver threading through his dark hair and the confident set of his broad shoulders. He was older than Liam by at least fifteen years — early forties, I guessed — but carried himself with the kind of effortless authority that made every man around him seem like a boy.

Damon: I checked the time on my phone to see it was past six already. The impromptu meeting I'd had with one of our investors had delayed my closing time. I strode towards my car, eager to get home to Tammy. I got into the car and was about to turn on the ignition when a knock sounded on my tinted windows. I growled in frustration, jaw clenching in annoyance at whoever it was. As soon as I wined down the window, I expected a face but my face was whipped with a book I soon recognized was a bible. I groaned in agony from the burning sensations the holy book inflicted on me.

Esma’s pov Damien… I have heard that name before. But where? As if the word made its image in my mind, I find myself remembering in an instant and my eyes widened. I read his name in the book. That old book, what was its name? how to summon gods. he was the author of that book. He is a fucking god? And thanks to him I was able to summon Moona that time. And he was a fucking god of chaos? Seriously. He sounds more of a hotshot like Hecate and Moona if not less.