Danny X Damian Novels & Stories

“So, show me my dress now,” “Yes!” Damian stretched on his chair, and he smiled proudly, staring at the mp4 file on his laptop screen. He finally finished his song— the one he wrote thinking about Avery. He worked on this song with Elias, Valery, and another friend, and he was satisfied by his work and was impatient to see Avery's reaction. Damian sighed, remembering that their relationship has been quite complicated lately. He closed the studio and headed to the radio station. “Hey, Johnny.” he greeted the trainee. “I see you already started.”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

He chastised Damien. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Damien replied in the mind link, a voice seething with anger. Alex rolled his eyes at him. “I could ask you that same question!” Alex fired back, completely unfazed by Damien's anger. He might have been the Alpha of the pack to Alex when they were before people, but here, he was just his best friend with anger issues. Damien was stumped and unable to come up with a comeback, so he kept silent for a while.

Damian said earnestly, "I swear that I haven't done anything like that!" "Even if I trust you, there's no point. You have to convince Anthony." "I know. You have to talk to Anthony for me." "You are his uncle. It's better if you talk to him in private," Xander suggested. "Of course, I would, but if you help me out as well, it would just act like insurance. I appreciate it. I'll buy you drinks next time!" Damian said. Xander listened casually. Damian headed out of the office with a dark expression and proceeded to call Tommy as soon as he returned to his own office. "What is wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me Anne was drugged?"

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

Damien slowly stood up and walked to Alex on the alter, he smiled at him and stretched his hand for a handshake. “Hello, my name is Damien Robbin, the man from Salado.” He said with a smile and Alex could hear his own heartbeat.

"It's just that I feel like I don't know anything about you. I'm your friend, right? I don't even know what you did abroad. What your job is. You never talk to me about yourself." "Are you interested in me?" Damian asked. I knew he was just teasing me. And my sharp gaze made him understand. He chuckled and apologized. "Where to start? Um... Let's start our introduction from the beginning. My name is Damian Blackwood, I'm 29 years old. My job includes lyricist, composer, music producer. People know me more as Whitehollow than as Damian. You can type that name into a search engine and you'll find out more. Then... I came home for a vacation, but my grandfather gave me a task of making a demo s

I asked him. He looked at me with raised eyebrows. “I want to have a visit with my sister. Surely you don’t have to monitor every word I say. I promise, it won’t be that interesting.” Before he could answer, footsteps echoed on the marble floors. We all turned as Damian entered the room. He wore a T-shirt and jeans, the V-neck clinging to his sculpted body. His cobalt blue eyes locked on mine, and my heartbeat quickened, my body suddenly tingling, nipples tightening, every hair standing on end.

"...Cheers to more profits ahead." They raised their glasses and drank. "So," asked Damian as he finished his champagne, " what brings you back to New York?" "Nothing really. Sometimes we all need a break from work. I did meet someone though and I'm really into her. She is simply just so mysterious and sexy." "She good in bed?" Xavier smirked. "I can't kiss and tell." They both chuckled. "So what about you? Anyone special?" Damian was not sure how to answer that question. As he thought of a response, he looked around for Lilian. Soon Xavier's phone rang.

He says, making my hair stand on ends. Can Roman really be that diabolical?. ###############$$