Degrassi Damon Novels & Stories

“Anything Damian has promised you, I can double it. No, triple it. All I want is for you to get lost and never show yourself in front of him again.” “Okay,” Elara responded with an evil smile plastered on her face. She knew that this woman in front of her wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, ma’am.” With that, she rose to her feet and approached Damian. She tiptoed, grabbed his tie, and kissed him. Damian was momentarily stunned by Elara’s bold move, his eyes widening in surprise. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, a clear sign of his commitment. His mother watched in horror.

Seraphine. Cassian. Nova. Mira. Hale. Luca. Luca. The sight of him standing there still hurt. Not with the sharp agony of discovery anymore. Something duller. Heavier. A wound that refused to close. Damon forced his attention back to the screen. Because right now They had bigger problems. The monitor flickered. Static filled the room. Then the image stabilized. And there she was. Vale. Older than the photographs. Yet somehow more terrifying.

she snapped. “ This is my house ….” I breathed in slowly, but my mom stood up before I even reacted. “You will not disrespect my daughter in her own house,” my mom . “Lower your voice.” Damon’s mother scoffed and turned to Damon. “You told me you were only her lawyer. Is this part of your legal duty now?” Before I could even form a reply, Gracie added with the most irritating laugh, “Please, Elizabeth. These two must be fucking each other already, don’t forget she’s a cheap whore “

It hovered, hissed, and lowered slowly onto the platform. Elena raised her weapon. The hatch opened. Smoke poured out. For a moment, no one moved. Then a silhouette stepped through the haze. A man—tall, cloaked, his hood down. Elena’s breath caught. "Monroe?" Grayson asked, tense beside her. But as the smoke cleared, Elena realized it wasn’t Lucian Monroe. It was Damien. He was limping, blood staining his coat, a long gash across his face. "I come alone," he said, voice raw.

Grayson snapped back . " Yeah i like her actually i love her i am madly in love with her . " said Damon his eyes were now turning red and he was about to cry . " Why are you doing this then ." asked Grayson . " Because she can't be mine , i know i can't get her and if she stays near me , my feelings for her will drive me crazy . So the only solution is that she has to hate me ." said Damon tears started following through his eys with every single word he said .

"That hunk doesn't look like he's into inexperienced college girls" "you're right. There are always pictures of him with different models on the internet and even magazines". That had my eyes popping. "Wait...you know him?". She gave me a look of *are you kidding me right now*. But I only stared back at her like a dumb little girl. "that's Damon Graves. Dude is a freaking billionaire. He's the CEO of Voxel Enterprises". She clarified. " oh". That was all I could say. Between, his name gave me the chills. I mean, who on earth answers "Graves"?

His Daisy, his Queen and damn that person that will take her away for him. Damon looks into his mate eyes, flashes of emotions swirled around it. He had her deep in his cock. They look at each other until his lips met hers, they kissed fervently moaning in each others mouths. Their groans of pleasure, skin slapping, her core dripping for him. He pulls away sucking his mark, she moans dripping more for her men. "Oh yes! Damon! Damian! Uhh yes. I--i--i don't want you to stop. Uh-huh....fuck yes. I need more."

||" Kristen Stewart "|| I almost felt bad at myself for being so harsh after I saw the defeated look on Damien's face. I almost spoke up and apologised to him for being rude and harsh. After all, he was only trying to be nice to me, but I couldn't.

He might be elderly, obese, and unattractive. "ancient , obese, and ugly. I wished those were the only aspects of Damon about which I needed to be concerned." "G****e him, then. Internet-accessible images of him must exist." Gianna stood up, grabbed my laptop off of my desk, and sat down next to me with our sides touching. We discovered a number of images and articles about Damon. I had never seen someone with such icy gray eyes. I could easily picture the way those eyes must have stared down at his victims before he shot them in the head.

Silver: I was having the time of my life as Damon kissed me beyond my wildest dreams, until our moment was abruptly cut short by the library door creaking open. I was more irritated than afraid when Terah walked in and the glare I shot him did nothing to conceal that fact. I was still sitting on Damon’s lap with my hands wrapped around his neck and he did not try to remove me from his lap either even after Terah came in. He had the same look of irritation I had on his face.