Degrassi Damon Novels & Stories

He looked at the mirror and saw the downcast eyes of Grusha and clenched palms over the dress. Damien decreased the space between them even more by taking another step and his front hit Grusha’s back making her look at Damien’s eyes in the mirror. Damien looked at her grey orbs and got lost in the intoxication of them. Damien leaned down and put his lips on her shoulder while gripping her waist. The sudden contact of his cold fingers made Grusha gasp and flinch but Damien was too drunk to care about it. Drunk in her.

But Damion didn't care about how they were watching and how they were staring at him. "My company was going broke back then. I heard about the Grimes family… one of the two richest families in Oceania… Alexander and Rose Grimes, and I tried to trick them into helping NewEra but failed. However, Rosalie Grimes, I won her heart, and I tricked her to leave her home, her family, with me and my unborn son, just to cheat her out of her money... not telling her that I was already in a relationship back here... together Deborah!" Damion shouted out.

“Yeah,Bryan is a wolf” Dorris said in excitement. “Yeah, do you know the actor that played Bryan?” “Sure he is Damon Montero”. “So it was really him!…Why didn't you tell me this, Dorris? Damon is a member of the Monteros family. I had a crush on him as a child”.

And then I saw him… He stood by the window, shirtless, glass of bourbon in hand, watching the skyline like a god surveying his domain. And he didn’t even flinch when he spoke. “You’re late.” I froze. Did he know that I was coming? My finger tightened on the trigger. “Turn around.” He did. Slowly. Like he had all the time in the world. My heart raced. Damian Moretti wasn’t just beautiful. He was unholy. His black hair was a mess, it seemed deliberately disheveled. Ink wound down his arms in brutal, elegant patterns, muscles shifting beneath them like coiled wire. A scar slashed across his collarbone and his eyes were like storm clouds, cold, unreadable, and dangerous.

I laughed mockingly at her words and turned to her with red bloodshot eyes “I don't care!! It can disappear for all I care! I am not going to lose my respect for it “. I walked away from the packed car and stood some meters away trying to get a taxi back to my penthouse. “Rossy estate" I told the taxi driver. But before I could get in, Damien showed up from nowhere and held the door. I stared at him ready to unleash again at him but he smiled instead. “That wouldn't be necessary” he said to the taxi driver who was looking lost in our drama. Damien leaned towards me and whispered "calm down, people are watching” . I hissed and pushed him away " I don't fucking care about you! What you think o

She cried. "Yes, yes," he moaned. Emberlynn's hands gripped her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and her hips slammed harder. "You're so fucking beautiful," Damien grunted his release close. His hand smacked her ass, her hips rocking faster. "That's it, baby, come for me," Damien stated. Her body stiffened, and her head fell back, "Damien." His hips bucked as his dick slammed into her. "Ember," he groaned and filled her.

Damon said, his voice carrying a deeply controlled, dangerous purr as his hand squeezed her waist beneath the table just enough to make her gasp silently, "duty calls. But I promise to make it up to you tonight." Grace let out a soft, delighted chuckle. "Well, a dedicated man is a provider, that's for sure. Eat up, you two." As soon as Grace walked back into the kitchen to fetch the main platters, Scarlett immediately snatched Damon’s hand off her waist, glaring at him in a fierce whisper. "You have a very firm grip, Mr. Hilton." "And you have a very dangerous mouth, Mrs. Hilton," Damon shot back in a low, lethal whisper, leaning across the small space between their chairs. "Kissing me on th

Five years of nothing but ice and control and one collision with a possibility undoes it all. Damon is watching me carefully, phone in hand. “Find out everything about the maid” I say, voice low. “Grace Montoya. Every detail. Who she is. Where she came from. Who she’s connected to.” Damon nods once “Already on it.” His eyes flick briefly toward the entrance door then back to me. “You believe she is connected to Miss Stratford?” he asks carefully. “I believe” I say slowly “that I just collided with a dead woman.”

I cupped my mouth before registering my words to my brain. “Griselda, some privacy,” Damion ordered. And just like that, the old lady left. She snickered as she left. What's wrong with old people? Gosh. Damion grabbed my hand and dragged me close to his warm, tattooed body. “You think I am sexy?” he asked, his voice low, calm, and collected. “Oh mama, just admit it.” When he said that word, I felt goosebumps all over my body. “Hell no. I did not mean it.” I rolled my eyes while trying to release myself from his grip.

“What? Nothing to say? For someone who made such a huge bid, you’d think he would at least try to defend himself. Don’t you think?” “Shut the hell up, Damon!” I snap, quickly standing up from my seat. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here, but trust me, you’re only making a joke of yourself. You think you can take on someone like Griffin?” I laugh. “You don’t have what it takes.” Damon’s face darkens instantly. “And what exactly makes him so special, huh? You think just because he throws around big numbers, he’s untouchable?”