Degrassi Damon Novels & Stories

" Okay, let me start by introducing myself properly, I'm Damien Hemsworth and if I'm not wrong, you're Scarlett Grover" " Yes", " I've heard so much about your family", " Yeah, you must have", she muttered, " My purpose for suggesting us to meet...", " I know", she cut him short still not looking at him, " You know? you..", " Of course, you don't have to spell it out for me, and I understand, I mean, no one would accept either", " Huh?", Damien furrowed his brow in confusion, " Don't worry, I'm prepared for it so you can just say it and I'll leave, no need for stress", she said forcing some smiles,

Graves, his expression a mix of confusion and nervousness. “Mr. Blackwood,” Graves stammered, glancing between Damion and the direction he was looking. “I… I didn’t realize you were here. Is there something you need? Have I offended you?” Damion’s jaw tightened, his cold demeanor slipping back into place. “Why are you slacking off?” he asked sharply, his voice cutting through the man’s nervous energy. Graves blinked in surprise. “I wasn’t slacking, sir. I just thought—”

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

He squinted, turned to the woman who looked at him, more shocked than startled. She fidgeted, her grip tightened on her bag. “Yes I am, why?” “Wow,” Damon mouthed, a smile curled his lip. “I'm Damon.” “Damon, as in Damon Garrison?” the woman asked, her eyebrows lifted in surprise as she studied him more closely. “Yes, I am,” he answered in a calm, and demure way, nodding in a barely noticeable way. “And I suppose you are Tessa Moore.” “Fuck yes!” Her voice soared to a high pitch but she placed both of her hands above them, as much as she tried to, she couldn’t help but smile.

The short woman incapable of showing emotions even after being reborn went silent for a moment, before tiptoeing to peck the angry man lips, “If you don’t go, you won’t go. I won’t go, I promise…” After getting a chance to live again, Autumn Grazia only thinks of having to carefully care for a certain insecure man before he develops a destructive personality. “Damon was really kind, smart and very gentle. He was the best man in the world I encountered in my whole life” Autumn Grazia expression were blank but the way she said those words was soft. Everyone was in disbelief. Kind? Gentle? Yes, Sir Damon is smart but being kind and gentle? Madam Autumn is not thinking that they are stupid and b

Cathy gasps in surprise when she sees Samantha dancing flawlessly with a stripper… This was the first time she'd actually seen her dance and it was really good. Damian grabbed hold of the golden railings really tight as he kept glancing at his wrist Watch impatiently.. “you're so dead, Adrian..” Damian glared at his secretary like a child whose puppy was taken away from him.. Adrian looked away but of course he was also dying of laughter like the rest.. When Damian couldn't take it anymore, he dashed downstairs to get his wife away from the stripper.. “That's enough..” he sternly said and the stripper immediately backed away when he saw the dangerous look on his face..

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

Damon said, voice softer now. I hesitated, then added, “By the way… about Gracie.” His eyes flicked toward me. “What about her?” “I called my mom’s doctor. He never contacted Gracie. At all.” Damon stiffened. “So she lied.” “She used my absence to lure me. She built the whole thing around a story that wasn’t real.” He gripped the steering wheel tighter. “She’s lucky she's still alive.” By the time we got back to base, the tension between us had softened, replaced with a quiet weariness.

"This is a multi-million dollar campaign. I like to stay informed." "Of course. Of course." Rebecca was flustered. Tripping over her words. "We're making excellent progress. The shots are coming out beautifully. Morgan and Simon have great chemistry—" "Do they?" Damien's gaze finally settled on me. Those gray eyes locked onto mine. And everything stopped. The studio. The crew. My heartbeat. Everything except the electric current that ran between us. "Because from where I'm standing," Damien continued, his voice dropping lower, "they look uncomfortable. Posed. Like they're strangers pretending to be intimate."

So, tell me about you. Damon glances up at the moon before looking back down at me and I take my time to take it all in. The moonlight highlighting his skin, it is as if he's in his own nature. The way his dark green eyes are somehow a tint of yellow but it was only for a couple of seconds, a bit too surreal to confirm. ''There's not much to tell.'' ''Right . . . so, I just told you about myself. And, I'm getting none from you?''