Degrassi Damon Novels & Stories

Jack reassures her. "You shouldn't worry, you're already so beautiful!" Damon jumps in. Alessia blushes so hard her face turns as red as a tomato. It caused the other two men to laugh a bit. "Uhm, thank you!" Alessia says shyly "It's my pleasure! I'm Damon Williams, it's nice to meet miss Alessia!" Damon says. "Likely, I've heard alot about you! I'm really honoured to be working with such a talent!" Alessia says. Both are great actors indeed.

Grinding his teeth in anger and frustration, Dmitri stands up again to his height. "What the hell was that for, Itzel?" He grits out watching as Damon casually snakes his arm around her shoulders. But having Damon by her side is defiantly a boost in her confidence. So, with her chin up defiantly, Itzel crosses her arms up against her chest and stares back at him.

They snuggled down into the cushions and curled up together. She found a TV station that had some inane action movie with the perpetual surfer dude Keanu Reeves in it. She didn't think he was bad looking, but the minute he opened his mouth, he sounded like a pothead and a moron. Damien was completely fascinated and repulsed by the whole thing. Every time some fantastic explosion or stunt would happen he would look up at her. "It's all Hollywood make believe, dear. It's not real."

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

Reed’s grip tightened and, before Damon could step back, the older man had fisted a hand in the front of Damon’s shirt, dragging him close until their faces were inches apart. “You promised him,” Reed growled, eyes blazing. “You promised Mr Aaron you’d protect her. Is this what protection looks like?” Damon didn’t flinch. He could smell the old man’s aftershave, sharp and bitter. “Let go.” “Not until you answer me.” Reed’s voice cracked, raw with something older than anger. “She’s lying in a hospital bed, bruised and broken. Cameras tampered with. Security bypassed. All on your watch.”

"I don't know anything anymore." The silence stretched between them like a chasm. Finally, Grayson nodded. "Listen— Allow me to handle the dangerous things, I promise I will keep you updated." he said. " please." ________________ Across the city, Damien stood in Victoria's penthouse, blood still spattered on his shirt. His mother circled him like a predator, her heels clicking against marble. "Tell me you secured Grace," Victoria said, her voice deceptively calm. "She won't be talking to anyone anymore."

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

Damon came in behind her with water and beer. “I have the most important part.” Damon pulled out a beer and handed one to Ethan. “Not lying.” Ethan twisted off the cap with his bare hand. “Want one?” Damon held one out to me as his eyes found my uneaten food. “What’s that?” “Apparently, Grace doesn’t like lasagna.” “What?” Callie looked shocked. “Too many textures.” Making a disgusted face, I was happy for another knock on the door. “I’ll take a beer!” Damon just about put away my beer when I spoke up.

"I want to meet that person. Since you seem to know me, you must also know the man who has the same face as me." "Who the hell are you!" Damien hit Cedric on the head with the gun. "I'm Damien, I'm looking for the truth that was hidden from me." Cedric had no choice but to run the car as Damien ordered. He hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to Canis and now he was in trouble again. ***** Diana had just returned from the kitchen and was about to go to Alpha Darren's office to meet him when she heard the sound of a car stopping. So she peeked through the window.