Danny X Damian Novels & Stories

Xavi barked, aggressively slamming his controller down onto the couch cushion. He paused the game and leveled a dark, alcohol-fueled glare right in my direction. "What the hell, Zee? I just lost the entire match because your giant ass finally decided to walk through the door." I didn't bother answering him right away, mostly because my attention was instantly pulled toward the far corner of the room. Damian was at it again. He was sprawled completely out in the oversized armchair, entirely bare-chested and barefoot, currently in the middle of a heavy, half-naked make-out session with some random chick.

Don't judge, don't judge, you've got no right to judge " Something bothering you?" " Jesus Christ! What the hell?!" " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here alone and I thought I'd come say hi " He stretched out a hand to her " My name is Damien " " I don't really care. I don't know why you keep appearing out of God damn nowhere "

Damian said, smiling as he went through his bath. Entering his bathroom, Damian stripped off his black gloves, took off his shirt and trousers, and prepared for his bath. After he was done, he came out of the bathroom and dressed in sleeping wear. His phone rang, and he took it from the shelf to see who was calling. "Boss, should I arrange for any lady for you tonight?" Jeff Brody asked. Damian was in no mood for any woman. "No. Contact the Dawson family and let them know about my offer," he said.

“Oh, I am sorry. But I am serious this time. Why don’t you decide when we will have a lunch? I am sure I will have time for it this time.” “Really?” “Yes, I swear.” Damian looked glad as if his plot had worked. He immediately said, “How about this noon?” **** “Mr. Collins, I have gotten some reliable news. Just as you thought, Damian’s now working with many companies in Rose City. He is looking for a business partner to help him develop an artificial intelligence product.” “Oh, which company he is working with?” “I have compiled a list.” Henry placed a folder on Zayden’s desk right away.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

"That was the most perfect speech I have ever heard in my entire life someone please give this young lady a standing ovation tell me we are you ever in Theater arts no you are a writer or could it be that you have a thing for poetry I have always wanted to meet a poet but you are truly exceptional forgive my rudeness you may know me but still allow me to introduce myself I am Matteo's friend Damian Russo both of us go away back isn't that right amigo" You have got to be joking was Damian Russo Now talking me why do I always see him everywhere I am even though I was not in love with Mia I didn't want her to get close to the likes of Damien bats man was a devil spawn himself nothing good ever

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

“So, are you going to introduce yourself one last time before we change your identity and send you off to Italy?” For the first time, he smiled. It wasn’t wide, not smug—just small, tired, like a man letting out a secret he’d been holding too tightly. He took the glass. “My name is Damian.” I repeated it under my breath, tasting it. “Damian.” I tilted my head, studying him the way I might study a chess piece before deciding where it fit on the board. “And who, Damian, is the person that has it out for Harvest Bloom?”

She paused at two names:Wyatt and Damian. Wyatt was a surgeon, but he knew Marvin. It wouldn't be safe to involve him. “I'll call Damian. He studied medicine and did an internship in his family's hospital. Plus, he's unaware of who Marvin is,"Renee told Sarah. Dialing Damian’s number, Renee remembered that he had once blacklisted her, but it appeared that he had now removed her from the list, giving her a chance to reach him.