Damon Torrance Book Novels & Stories

Don said calmly as he watched Damian moved from one end to another as he browsed through the columns. “You should read one, They real are a different world.” His voice was filled with an amount of wonder that seemed almost childlike and Don knew why, Damian didn't like a lot of things, he was an incredibly private person who for the most part kept to himself, Even though people thought they knew everything there was to know about him, in reality the only thing people really knew were the things he made seem like common knowledge, the careful bits of his past he talked about to create the image of a man Not to be fucked with, Books were one of the things he held sacred and everytime he talked

The sun filtered through the reinforced windows of the Thorne penthouse like a quiet promise, golden, fragile, and fleeting. Morning light softened the sharp edges of a world still reeling from war, but even peace came at a price. Damon stood shirtless before the mirror, a fresh scar carved across his ribs like a permanent reminder. It wasn’t just a mark, it was a signature etched in blood and consequence. The man staring back at him wasn’t the one who once ruled with unchecked dominance. This one was leaner. Quieter. Still dangerous, but changed.

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Mira was just stunned by his behaviour. "What took you so long?" Yang who was waiting for him downstairs asked when he saw him. Damon shook his head while tucking his gun in the waistband. Yang noticed that something was wrong. He looked up towards his room and saw Mira coming out of his room. His eyebrows raised in shock and he followed Damon out. "Damon, what's happening?" Damon closed his eyes frustrated and ran fingers through his hair. "I burnt Mira's book which her dead husband gave her."

After leaving Kaya's home, Damien was striding towards his car. He reached his car and then shoved his hand in his coat's pocket to take out his keys. Damien took out his keys but along with the keys, he saw a folded page coming out of his pocket and then it fell on the ground. His brows wiggled in confusion. Lowering his body, Damien grabbed that page and then unfolded it, and the second he read what was written on it, his eyes widened.

"Papa...Biya Papa, I know you all will be worried after I got disappeared from my home. But Papa you don't get tense, I ran from my house with my will. I love someone else and I can't live without him. Papa, I have to forcefully agree to the relationship of Taimoor. I wasn't interested in this relationship by heart. Papa, I am happy wherever I am now. And I am requesting to you too stay happy and don't try to find me. Your Biya." As Mr. Zaman kept on reading the reader he felt his vision becoming dark.

I feel safe being alone here because I know there are two guards outside the library. If only I could do something to help Damon. If only I had the ability to recognize who betrayed Damon. I put down the book I was reading on the table and looked at the high shelves in the library and suddenly the book I saw before came to my mind. That book was written by Alpha Devon and there is a faint suspicion that there is a torn page in that book. I know it's not unusual for a book to be torn because it's natural for a book, to tear and get old...but that book was strange. The book is old, but you will know that every paper used is durable. It can't just be torn because of its old age.

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

Damian swallowed hard and tried to put himself under control but Lilian's tongue gently grazed a sweet spot and he almost jerked in front of Torres. "When did you start acting so warm and fluffy towards me?" Torres stopped talking and Damian looked through his reports. He held them in one hand and faked putting the other hand on his lap. From where Torres stood, he could only see Damian's face and half of his torso. He had no idea of what was going on underneath his table.

Moreover, he wouldn't like it that anyone else knows the secret place that he had built just for a person to infiltrate it and to take away things that belonged to him Damon knew of the consequences but his curiosity got a better hold of himself. So he walked towards where the book was and see the title of it only to find that there was none. It was only showing an old rotten cover that made him confused - even more - he even looked at the side of the book to know if the title was there but to his dismay, it was never there. Because he was curious enough, he took the book from the old treasured chair not minding that he had already touched one of the duke's treasures for the first time - eve