Damon Torrance Book Novels & Stories

Torture disguised as triviality. The torment ended the moment his shadow fell across her. Damon walked in shirtless, only a boxer clinging to him, his steps deliberate, predatory. His breathing was already heavy, each inhale carrying a raw hunger that preceded him. His eyes darkened as they fixed on her — red‑rimmed, hollow, as if fueled by something unnatural, like he was high on some substance. He didn’t speak. He never needed to. His gaze alone was enough. Those terrifyingly empty voids told her everything: Mine. Now.

I stepped inside, greeted by the scent of old books and the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the windows. Heaven!! The room had towering bookshelves that seemed to reach the ceiling. Entranced, I walked to the shelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books in amazement. Which one of them loved books? Alex? Dean, Damian, or Damon? Or were the books just for decoration? None of the men looked like people who would spend time between the pages of a book. Well, perhaps except Damon. He had a rather calm composure compared to his brothers.

Meadow’s POV: A place where he could fulfil my greatest desires. That was what Alaric had told me. And looking at the building now… I could see exactly what he was talking about. Red lights spilled from the inside whenever someone walked through the sliding doors. It was an extension of the club, but with a different entrance. Just above the door was a logo—a circle with the letters, TED that glowed a neon red color. I was so awed by the beauty of the outside that I barely felt Alaric walk up to me until he wrapped an arm around my waist. His head dipped down and I could feel his lips on my neck. “Mmhm, you smell fucking good, baby.”

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It was a smell that meant home to me, but for Damian, as he stood in the center of the floor with the Hamptons salt still drying on his skin, it looked like a confession. ​We didn't turn on the overhead lights. The weak morning sun filtered through the high, grimy windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. Damian hadn't said a word since we crossed the bridge. He looked haunted, the weight of the journals in his jacket pocket pulling at his shoulders. ​I grabbed a crowbar from the tool chest near the back. It was cold and heavy in my hand, a primitive weapon against the polished, digital lies of the Thorne empire.

She adds, “You should focus on protecting your pack and making it stronger. Let’s let sleeping dogs lie, let’s not have this discussion ever again.” “Yeah. Thanks, Mom. Goodbye.” I end the call before she can say anything else. She has said enough. She’s so quick to end the conversation. Else, she would have known that I didn’t call her to ask about my father. I called her to ask about Justin. If Justin is truly my mate, I need to know if I will be a good husband and mate to her, as Justin is a human. Tori has a dormant wolf. She has siren power.

I said, glancing back over at him. "Nope, nope, and nope!" she said, slamming her hand on the table to get my attention."Do not try to get all in his business. He's a complete stoner who's going nowhere in life. Just get your deal finished with him and call it a year. You are too gorgeous and you have too much on your plate for all that." I nodded, taking a bite of my own food. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Anyway, I still have Damien," I mumbled before glancing at my phone. I knew Tori meant no harm; she just was protecting me from the worst.

Something about the way the figure moves makes dread crawl up my spine before I even see his face. But then I do. And my entire world shatters in the blink of an eye. “No…” I whisper, shaking my head slightly as the figure stands right in front of me. “I…it can’t be.” Dylan. He stops a few feet away from me, his hands slipped into his pockets, as if he is enjoying every second of this moment. Then his eyes lock onto mine, dark with amusement. “We meet again, Tori Vegas.” His voice comes out, low and mocking, “Or should I say…”

"Then enjoy every day with her as if it will be your last, because one day, it will be. I cannot prepare you for that day, but I can at least tell you what to expect. She will drive you away. She will demand that you leave because she can't stand it that you have not aged a day and she has aged years. I am so sorry, Elena. I have had it happen to me so many times, and I can still see their faces, and I can hear the resentment that so quickly turned to hatred." "Well, thanks for that, Damien. that makes it all seem so fucking cheerful. What other torments do I have to look forward to? Huh? YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! YOU DID THIS TO ME!! YOU FUCKED ME THREE WAYS FROM SUNDAY AND YOU LEFT ME WITH THI

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava