Danny X Damian Novels & Stories

Samantha To say I am scared is an understatement, I am freaking out like crazy. Having both of their pressure pressing down my shoulders is weakening in a sense that I hate. I was okay when it was just Maximo that crazy bastard, giving me pressure, but Santino too, damn. While Maximo tends to talk a lot, Santino is definitely a man of a few words and when he talks he means business. These brothers are simply the worst. I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face.

10 minutes later Victoria walked out now changed in decent clothing that I handed her, also her hair were now tied back in a thick and long braid, she came and stood at not so far distance from couch where Stefan was sitting, her eyes looked disturbed as she kept flickering them like she was at fault, I on other hand was sitting calmly on my couch and opposite to her and Stefan. Seeing Stefan and Victoria both disturbed, I straighten my back and kept dogging my gaze on both of them “NOW…. whatever I ask you both, remember one thing … don’t you FUCKING DARE TO LIE TO ME…..” I said in my deep voice. “Now, spit it out, what is going on between you two….. And why did you dared to cross Leonardo

Damian said after he was also done dressing. He was dressed in sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. He still managed to look hot in just simple wear, he held out his hand which I took. Damian is very charming and romantic, that's how it makes him the perfect serial killer. He can pick any girl of the street with ease and because the girls are willing no one will suspect anything.

I said. Imran walked towards the table slowly, his eyes moving across the room first. He always did that now. Observed before speaking. Measured people carefully. Again, dangerous. He stopped beside me, glancing down at the papers scattered across the table. “What happened?” “Three shipments interrupted,” Dante explained. “Different locations.” Imran frowned slightly. “And you think it's connected?” “It is connected,” Marco said sharply. “We're trying to figure out who the fuck is responsible.”

Mark snapped. "Exactly like you said, Emberlynn is my mate, and I don't know why you are getting so worked up because of it," Damien said, his voice calm. Too calm that Mark felt as though he wasn't the one speaking. Although he had his calm moment, the Damien he knew would have exploded and sent him out of his office as soon as he stepped in.

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

Jaxon added. Damian’s gaze darkened. “Neither was my sister.”

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

The Cicconis do not live in VINCENT DANZAville, and KY knows that VINCENT DANZA banned them from the area while having KY on a hit list. "How many people you gotta rob to get a crib like this?" DAMON asks with a screwed-up face.KY'S face contorts, but KY decides not to inform him as to what ISAAC actually spends most of his time doing—murdering. It's best at his age that he thinks the mafia just rob people.

Poor table! Connor jolted awake while Jake and I jumped when the detention door was pushed open with a bang. Ryder strolled in as if he owned the place before taking a seat in front of me. I glanced at Jake and Connor confusingly but they were both as equally confused as I was and simply shrugged. “What are you doing here? You don’t even have detention.” Mr. Jameson questioned with a frown. “I totally forgot…” Ryder stated while rummaging through his bag pack, searching for something before he pulled his sketch book out.