Danny X Damian Novels & Stories

I rubbed my hands together looked at her straight in the eye, and noticed how puffy they were, maybe there was trouble in paradise after all. “I have some bad news for you this morning.” I began. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. “What is it?” She asked. “Damien called in sick this morning.” “Oh? That is so terrible, what's wrong with him?” she seemed genuine enough. “Not sure yet. But I told him to go see a doctor and spend some time recuperating at home.” The lies were easier than I had thought. “I hope he gets better. So who's going to go with me to school, I have an early lecture this morning.” her brows creased in confusion.

That is about Damien who is actually Alpha Darren's twin brother who was deliberately kept away from Alpha Darren because he was different. Since childhood Damien has shown strange behavior, where he likes to kill animals. At first it was just that, but over time he also killed people, which was his nanny. Having two children at once, Janette was a bit overwhelmed, so she hired a nanny to take care of both of them. But something out of the ordinary happens where Damien poisons the nanny. This was witnessed by Darren and told to Adam. Adam has been keeping an eye on Damien ever since and it turns out that Darren's complaints are true. There was almost a second victim, which was Darren itself.

"Miss me?" Damien.

I heard the voice of Xavier Grey, my childhood bully and Damian's cousin who was also his greatest rival. Those two never saw eye to eye; otherwise, it would be war, and sadly, Xavier always won. We all went to the same college and are in our final year. Damian and I both made an application to Nevermore, Sports Academy. Damian wanted to join the Hockey Dreamers Team, while I wanted to be one of the Coaches. And as for Xavier? I had no idea what his plans after college were, perhaps to take over his father's pack? I waved the thought off my mind, afterall I didn't care to know.

Damian The goddess of the moon is always ready to surprise us with different delights in our lives. I fucking hate surprises. Surprises mean variables, and variables mean being out of control. I quickly maintained my composure and said, “I'm Damian. Nice to meet you, Kailani.” "Nice to meet you, too," she replied. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and something else that I couldn't quite place. “Sorry, this may sound weird, but do I know you?”

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.

she asked, rising from her seat. "Sit back down," Xander's cool, authoritative voice cut through the air. Sarah froze, then slowly sank back into the chair. Her mind raced. Her heart thudded like a drum. Damian stood a few feet away, dressed in a crisp black suit, his signature braids slicked back. His posture was casual, but his presence chilled her to the bone. Sarah had a thousand questions, but her mouth refused to cooperate. "Damian works for us," Xander announced with a sly smile.

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

I asked in annoyance. “His name is Damian Zade. Canadian origins. Not married, no children, gay judging by the intimate photos we saw of him kissing another man or men actually. His younger brother is named Daniel, he is his right hand man. We couldn’t find any addresses though. Only pictures of them” he said as he dropped two photos on the table in front of us. We all leaned closer to take a look at them. Their names were written on the side of their photos. Damian was apparently in his forties.

“We’ll talk later. I need you to find out who took those shots at us when I went out with Viola a few weeks ago.” “I think it was Antonio. We both heard what the man who survived said. They were paid by a middleman but Antonio was the one who put out the order for the attack.” “You think he would put his daughter in danger? She almost died that day.” I defended even though I had a feeling Dante could be right. My doubts that Antonio was behind the attack were not because he wouldn’t put his daughter in danger—he would. It was because he had use for Viola. He wouldn’t fuck that up.