Novel & Cerita Damon Torrance Book

Damian understood the severity of the situation. "I am well aware of that, that is why I am here, but is that what has gotten you in a twist, you don't seem well" Damian asked. "I am fine Damian, we just need to be focused on her now, what is your next plan?" I asked, looking at Damian. "Well, I plan on giving her this" Damian said, stretching a book towards me, the title read "The chronicle of the SIX" "Hmmm, the beginning of everything" I said, agreeing with Damian's choice.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

I said to him, "Exactly." Garrett said. "And Damon?" I asked him. "Let's wait for him here. Can I see that book?" Garrett asked as he came close to me. I gave him the book and he started going through it and with each turning page, we could see more of the atrocities of these assholes. "Hey guys, what are you two fawning over?" Damon, who had just come out, asked but before we could respond, he was already speaking. "On, what does this lever do?"

It was a conquest, suspended between death and a pleasure so sharp it felt like pain. "You're mine, Nora," he said, biting my neck as he came. Ding. The sound of the shop's bell snapped me back to the present. I looked up. A woman was standing in the doorway. Bianca Torrino. She wore a white Valentino dress, a pearl necklace gleaming under the lights. She wasn't here to buy art. I could see it in her eyes. She was here to mark her territory. "So this is Damon's little painter?" she said, looking me up and down like I was a piece of furniture. "I hear you're good at fixing old things."

Everyone has their demons in them, and we will overcome them someday. Don is at his greatness when he is with his brothers, his family, and his friends. And me. I stop pace and smile in front of the wall mirror as the water stop running and the bathroom door opens. Steam from having a hot shower emerged inside as Don stepped out looking fucking sexy with a towel around his waist, showing all his six bad boys staring at me, making my core scream. I lick my lips. Don clearing his throat made me cringe. He chuckles as he grabs a white t-shirt and shorts from the dresser as he changes.

I swallowed hard, my face burning. I grabbed my glass and downed the last drops in one gulp, the fizz burning its way down. I slammed it on the nightstand, the clink echoing in the tense silence. “What the fuck are you on about?” I snapped, yanking my chin free but not moving away. My voice was breathy, my entire body buzzing. Damian set his own drink aside, half-full. “This.” He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane.

His expression changes. The sharpness fades. The anger he often wears like armor cracks. “What are you doing here?” he asks quietly. I can’t speak. My throat feels shredded. Damon steps fully inside and closes the door behind him. The sound echoes, final and heavy. He moves closer, slow, cautious, like approaching a wounded animal. “I’ve been looking for you all evening,” he says. “I thought….” He stops when he sees the title of the book. Recognition flickers across his face.

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"Keep a low profile. It really has taken it out of me to keep the Moon from noticing your absence. It would really do me well if you kept to yourself." Damon speaks as he pulls something out of the breast of his jacket. It's a book, bound beautifully, covered in swirls of silvery patterns. When he extends it to me, I notice what it is. It's the Moon Goddess book. I've been desperate to get this off Shinee and Damon for some time now. Each time it's been right in my hands and then torn away, so to finally hold it against my fingertips is a blessing. Perhaps Damon is giving this to me on behalf of Shinee, who drugged me with a truth serum, which in return, I would receive the book for.

The ink stains across previous pages were messy, a record of sleepless nights and restless fears. Tonight, my handwriting shook as I wrote: The man who had made it his life mission to track down Damon and I is dead and he has taken Cal with him. Mr. Santorini has been murdered. And Damon… Damon stands at the center of it all like a lighthouse battered by storms. How much more before the light breaks? I stared at the words until the letters blurred, until my chest ached. Closing the book, I pushed to my feet, unable to sit still.