Danny Phantom And Damian Wayne Brothers Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“No she's not. She's my sister, and I'd prefer if you keep your hands to yourself, or look for another female to harass, I don't care as long as you just stay away from mine.” Gary grinned, but left us alone without a response. Damian's hard face softened as he turned his eyes to me, and his face broke into his silly grin. “Thank you,” I said, but he waved me off. “Don't worry about it. Gary is a man-whore.” “Takes one to know one, they say” He chuckled and continued as if I said nothing,”I would not want my innocent sister getting corrupted by his likes.” I shook my hand and opened my mouth for a retort but closed them when a beautiful, blonde lady walked up and circled her arm around Damia

His voice grew sharper with every word, slicing into the air with cold precision. I couldn’t speak. My body trembled with the weight of his words. I looked from Ronan to Damien, as the reality of what was unfolding sunk into my bones. Damien growled, venom seeping from every syllable. "Ronan... Don't you have any shame? Claiming your brother's wife?" Brother. The word struck me like a slap. My head snapped toward Ronan. My eyes widened. "Brother?" Ronan let out a slow, humorless smile. "Exactly. Damien is my brother. My blood. And that’s the only reason I’m letting him walk out of here alive."

Damian whispered into my hair, voice low enough to stir my skin: “Vivian… don’t scare me like this again.” His hand tightened gently around mine. “Promise me.” I opened my mouth to respond, but my eyelids were already heavy, sleep tugging me under. Just before I drifted off, I whispered, “I promise.” But even half-asleep, one thought burned quietly in my mind. If Damian keeps caring for me like this… How much longer will I be able to pretend I’m not falling for him

“Alpha Sullivan, my brother has one of the most elite warriors in his army. He could destroy an entire civilization if he wanted. He’s a very strong Lycan, capable of destroying mountains with his fists. You don’t want him as your enemy.” Damian nodded. “It’s true. I’ve fought with him and I lost my spine in the process. He ripped it out just yesterday like it was nothing and trust me it took a special drug to fix me back together again.” The man was now afraid of Sinclair as he should be. Even I was terrified of my brother yet this man pretended not to be. “What do you suggest I do?” He asked desperately in need of our help. “If he’s as dangerous as you say then I need help.”

“That’s what I thought.” “Cocky much?” “Only when I know I am right.” Damian brought up his whiskey and took a sip without breaking eye contact with me. “We don’t have to talk.” “How would I get to know you, then?” “Not my problem.” “If I wasn’t Dax’s brother, would you want me?” Well shit. “Possibly.” “Let’s play a question for a question. I will ask you a question and you have to answer and then you get to ask me something. No lying.”

His words turned into a wail as he dropped his resistance and fell his face into Aunt Carmen’s warmth and embrace. “Your Mum and Daddy will not return soon.” She sobbed. His little shrieking, teary voice piece through her heart as his lips brushed her ear, “Will Dan come and play with me?” “Your brother will only return when Mummy and Daddy decide.” She explained calmly. Damian was a smart-ass kid. He perceived that his world had come to an end. He has lived with that untold depth of wilderness in his heart, the pain of losing his heroes and that one person who never failed to remind him that big bro has your back.

He is already damaged, and they know it. “Were there any rules, mother and father?” he asked, looking them in the eye. Damien has changed a lot in the years; he is now a hundred years old, and his little brother Aurelian is now a big boy, brought up by his brother. Damien never left his brother for once. If they lock him up in the dungeon, when he gets back, he will dress well and buy his brother gifts. Lying to him, he went on a quick trip. When they battered his body to the point were he couldn’t move, he avoided his brother, saying he was busy.

“You sound just like him when you say things like that. The same poison. The same hunger.” Damien’s grip tightened on the phone. “I’m nothing like him. And I’ll prove it. But I’ll need your help.” On the other end, Daniel leaned back in his chair, a slow, calculating smile tugging at his lips. “Now that’s new. Big brother actually asking me for help? This must be serious.” He paused, enjoying the moment. “So, what’s the grand plan?” Damien’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous. “First, we find out who this mystery woman is. Then we make sure she never makes it to the altar.”!!

There's a flash of anger in Damien's eyes as he grins coldly. "Brandon, let her go or I'll chop off that arm and make you swallow every single piece." Brandon lets go of my arm reluctantly and steps away. To my surprise, Damien takes my hand and interwines our fingers. "You're not the only one who's been cheating, Brandon." He says. "Dani is my girlfriend." ***

Then, finally: LyraNight: Him. Damien's pulse kicked up. DarkVeil: Damien? LyraNight: Yes. He stood outside my door again tonight. I could see his shadow under the door. He just... stood there. For minutes. I thought he was going to knock but he didn't. He just walked away. DarkVeil: How did that make you feel? LyraNight: Scared. Excited. Confused. All of it at once. Part of me wanted him to knock. Wanted him to come in. And that's fucked up, isn't it? He's supposed to be my brother.