Damon Torrance Book Novels & Stories

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ Damon and I were in trouble; me more so because there was absolutely no way I could refund his money and I couldn’t drop his course. There was also the fact that I was attracted to him a little too much. I had a dream about him last night and it wasn’t something I would like anybody to know about. I woke up sweating, panting and my panties were soaked.

Damian. Not far, standing in the main chamber of the dungeon, bathed in the golden-orange light of a lone torch. His back was to me. One hand rested against a pedestal. The other gently stroked a familiar object resting atop it. The book. The same book I had returned, the one that landed me in this trouble. He didn’t notice I was awake. He was engrossed in whatever he was doing. And I gladly took that opportunity Before he could even turn—I launched myself forward, feet pounding against stone, power building in my veins like a storm ready to tear through the world.

Everything in this place seemed to breathe peace. He, however, brought a storm. I came to choose some books for Aria," he stated at last, voice low and smooth, tinged with something inscrutable. "Oh," Lena blinked in surprise. "She didn't come with you?" "She has a tutor this afternoon." He moved closer, the leather of his shoes making no sound on the wood floor. "But she said something about a book about.a dragon librarian? Lena's lips curled, a small, real smile forcing its way through. "Ah, *The Library Dragon*. Yes. It's a favorite."

Tears filled their eyes as they watched until the car disappeared. After Torin left, Elora stopped visiting as often. But Damon started going out more. When he returned, he always looked exhausted, as if completely drained. I asked where he had been. He said he was meeting friends. Sometimes he said he went hunting. When I asked where the prey was, he said he’d given it away.

“Good.” The word felt like a noose around Lennon's throat. His dick twitched traitorously in his shorts. Damien opened a slim folder. “We’ll start with the assigned reading for next week—*The Picture of Dorian Gray*. You’ve read it?” “Yes, sir.” For a second, Damien didn't say anything. "Sir,” he echoed softly as if testing the word then he went back to professor mode again. “Summarize the central conflict in three sentences. No more.”

Chapter 22 TW: The subsequent chapters might contain, intense emotional conflict, aggression, rough sex. Reader discretion advised. Please read with caution. DAMON; I am obsessed. Fucking, utterly obsessed with my girl, who thinks she would be getting married in about two weeks. My hands were tight on the wheel as I drove, knuckles white against the leather. Every time I blinked, I saw her face at the pool, wet hair clinging to her cheeks, that trembling lip she bites when she’s about to cry.

[CARLTON’S POV] Damon sits cross-legged on Tristan's bed with a paperback romance novel balanced on his thighs, and I'm curled against the headboard with a steaming mug of tea held between both hands. The book is terrible in the best possible way: all heaving chests and improbable coincidences and love that conquers absolutely everything, including basic logic and self-preservation. I should be reading. Instead, I'm watching Damon. His eyes move across the page with the mechanical precision of someone who isn't actually absorbing a single word.

The three adults sat together against the curved wall, breathing heavily, bodies covered in cuts and bruises. Kael broke the silence first. “I almost lost control back there. If Liora hadn’t called me back…” Serena leaned her head on his shoulder. “We all almost broke.” Damien was unusually quiet, staring at the floor with distant crimson eyes. Serena noticed. She reached out and took his hand. “What is it?” Damien hesitated, then spoke softly. “Seeing Viktor’s echo… even twisted, it brought everything back.” Damien’s Shadowed Past

Just walked in slowly with her head tilted back looking at the upper shelves and the light and her face doing the thing it did when something was worth looking at properly. They had an hour. They spread through the space. Isla moved to the architectural section she’d come specifically for. Zara wandered slowly along the lower shelves running her finger along spines. Damon stood in the middle for a long moment and then found a chair near the window and sat in it and took the notebook out of his bag. He opened it properly for the first time. Not the first page with the circled names. Further in.