Danny X Damian Novels & Stories

I’ve loved my best friend’s father for years. Damian Cole is untouchable. A cold, powerful tech billionaire who built an empire from nothing. He’s disciplined. Controlled. Off-limits. And completely unaware that every time he looks at me, my heart forgets how to beat. Until the night he catches me sneaking out with another man. The way he looks at me changes. The way he touches me changes. The rules change. What starts as one reckless kiss turns into a secret we can’t control. A love we shouldn’t want. A betrayal that could destroy the one person we both care about most — his daughter, my best friend. And when I discover I’m pregnant… I realize loving him won’t just ruin a friendship. It might ruin everything. But Damian Cole doesn’t lose what belongs to him. And this time… he’s choosing me.

She thought she was marrying for love. He married her for an heir. Seraphina Vale entered Damian Blackwell’s world with reckless hope and a heart too soft for his mafia empire. The notorious heir promised her protection, power, and forever. What he gave her instead was humiliation, cold possession, and a marriage built on lies. She learned the truth too late. She was never his wife, only a vessel meant to carry his legacy. Pregnant, betrayed, and hunted, Seraphina disappeared. Years later, she returns as Dr. Sera Voss, a world-renowned surgeon with a son she will protect at all costs. Calm. Untouchable. Dangerous in her own way. When fate places Damian, wounded, desperate, and regret-ridden, back in her path, the balance of power finally shifts. This time, she holds his life, his future, and his heart in her hands. And she must decide whether to destroy him… or make him beg for the family he once threw away.

He hates her so much. He wants her to pay, but why kill her when he can play the long game? He is the predator, and she's the prey. Or, so he thought. * Damian meticulously leads a double life— an affluent billionaire on the outside and a well-aged lycan on the inside. He has been in concealment since the treacherous murder of his Luna years ago. Damian remains haunted by the depth of the betrayal. His pent-up rage is reignited when Ishtar comes along, an ordinary human who bears the face of the traitor who murdered his mate. A doppelganger of the lycan who orchestrated the ruin of his pack in the past. Not only is he surprised by Ishtar's audacity, but his inactive wolf rages for the first time in a long while, claiming she is the answer. The little human crashes down his high walls, torturing him with memories of the past. Just as he suspects, Ishtar is connected to his past and is the key to relieving him of the excruciating weight he bears. There's a tinge of passion beneath the hard-surfaced hate, and it intensifies the more he tries to quench the fire. # Ishtar has spent years of her life on the street, being a petty thief, since she left the orphanage at eighteen. Everything changes when she bumps into Damian and assaults him. She falls into his world without being aware of his end game and identity. She is the old soul's plaything and his last chance at redemption. Her assumptions about herself become a sham when she's open to the world of supernaturals. Humans are not built to last, but there's more to this one. What happens when Ishtar isn't the only doppelganger around? Who stops the past from burning into existence again?

She is the 7th princess of the north kingdom and became the Baroness of Westland when she was forced to marry the Baron. A Day that was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned the saddest nightmare when Princess Althea woke up to the news that her father the king was going to give her away to the Baron of Westland, Damian Carter, who is said to be the most Ruthless, Merciless and unkind Baron to ever rule Westland as the second in command after the king. Not only that, Westland was a land filled with werewolves, And the Baron had the most powerful and Superior Beast ever. Althea was not going to let herself end up in the hands of such a man who's also half beast so she tried to escape but was caught by him and he forced her to marry him. “You don’t remember me?” Damian asked in a questioning voice laced with anger. Althea slowly shifted back away in fear as he approached her, his eyes were red in rage. “I……..I don’t……….know you” she shivered, she is the fearless type but when faced with such a man, she was really scared The moment she said that, she felt his anger increase. Damian felt so angry and disappointed that she didn’t remember him from ten years ago when she had made him promise to come marry her on her 20th birthday which he actually did. He felt anger realizing that she lost her memory of him. How come she lost her memory? Will she remember him including the fact that she was the one who made him swear to come marry her on her 20th birthday? There is only one way to find out.

TGLES #1 Xander Redent x Athena Lemiere Xander Redent is the son of Jordan Redent a.k.a the owner of the York Company which makes him very very rich. Not only rich but he was blessed with a brilliant brain and charming face. Of course with that package of perfectness, he's a playboy. Athena Lemiere is the daughter of Matthew Lemiere. Just like her dad, she's cold, tough and a rock head but she has her clumsiness from her mom which makes her very attractive. Her dream is to be a mechanic, she loves dealing with cars since she was a little kid. She can spend time in the garage for hours to learn about it.

Don't open if you're not ready to let your mind go wild. Strictly for mature readers only. Contains raw, explicit contents. ——— “Arggh.” I moaned, my body on fire. “Please f*ck me hard, faster.” My mouth wouldn't keep silent as he kept thrusting his d!ck in and out of my wet pvssy. How had I hated this man all these years? Gosh. I felt like apologizing for all the hard feelings I had harbored against him for many years. He had stolen my father’s company, burnt down our houses. I was driven by revenge, became a prosecutor to destroy him but I ended getting f*cked by him and the funny part, I love it! He took me to the moon and back. Was it how he skillfully fondled my nipples? I gasped for air. “I’m digging my cock into your hoe and I’ll dig it hard. Will you keep hunting me?” he muttered, his tone hoarse as he keep on riding my dripping pvssy. “No daddy. I'll become your s*x toy. F*ck my pvssy. F*ck me harder, take me whole, take me completely.” my lips trembled as I kept confessing. My head clouded with the pleasure he was pouring into my body. I had never had s*x this good. A d!ck this muscled and sweet had never visited my pvssy. I'd gladly become his doggg “Argggh. Please don't stop! Harder. Zzzzhh. Ahhhh. Argggh” I couldn't stop moaning.

From stranger to lovers, Damian and Lana's paths were not supposed to cross to begin with. The American genius and Russian beauty had their own ways of living, yet everything changed when they met for the first time in Moscow. No one had thought the innocent smile of hers would bring both of them to a thrilling romantic journey together.

The Banished Alpha Heir x The Hybrid Vampire Princess Mate! Lucas cackled, high and insane in his mind. Our mate!! Daphne shrieked as the wolf leaped at her and tackled her to the ground. She stared up at the wolf looming over her, frozen in terror. She hissed at the pain in her neck as he removed its paw from her throat and stepped back just a bit. He growled, low and almost tender, “Mate.” Oh goddess, he was looking for his mate? He was going to kill her. “P-Please don’t k-kill me…” She pleaded, “P-Please, I…” The wolf flinched and trembled, “No. No. I wouldn’t-- Never-- I’m sorry…”

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.

It took me ten years to become the right hand to Damian Costello, the Consigliere of the Costello crime family. From a nobody to the woman wearing his engagement ring. But two weeks before the wedding, I decided to throw that ring away. Everyone in the family knew how hard I had fought all these years just to stand by Damian's side. I gave up the chance to become a top trader on Wall Street, willingly becoming Damian's assistant, his shadow. This man was infamous for his coldness and exacting nature, keeping everyone at arm's length. So I hid my sharp edges, spending a decade wearing down his icy exterior with gentleness. I cleansed the blood from every dollar he made. I became a necessity to him, as essential as the air he breathed. I thought that after ten years, I had finally made my presence indispensable. And finally earned what looked, to outsiders, like a glimmer of his affection. The family's notoriously aloof genius actually remembered my birthday. He even made an exception, letting me spend the night in his private study when I was unwell. He didn't even push me away when, emboldened by wine, I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. If the Don's daughter, Isabella, hadn't returned from Italy, I might have kept playing my part, clinging to that false dream forever. But sadly, there are no ‘ifs’. I am going to give up everything here and leave you.