Demetrius Desmond Novels & Stories

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Six including Nasir but I didn’t know if he was still in the house anymore. “Jesus Vi. Every fucking time.” I moved my head, blinked, trying to put the face to a voice. My vision cleared enough to see Zeus, one of Vic’s friends and mine as well. They were both around the same age and both of them had helped in my revenge. “Where the hell is Desmond?” Vic sounded angry. “He’s holed himself up in the pack house. I tried to talk to him but it was Aamon and he wouldn’t give control back to my dad. I didn’t want him to go as Aamon, so I got Grandpa.” Poor Liam. He sounded scared.

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

I rushed inside, looking frantically around when I heard a familiar voice, one I know too well. “ How did the meeting at Prime Estates go? Did you see the CEO?” I turned back, lo and below, my abusive ex boyfriend and unfortunately my baby papa, Desmond.I had tried my possible best to make sure he was never near Ana, but no matter how many times I change apartment or I add security to my home, this abusive son of a bitch always manages to get in. Desmond is the CEO of the modeling agency I work for. When I joined the agency I was appointed a handler just like other models working there but from the first day I met Desmond, he wouldn't let me go, at first disguised himself as an angel but lat

Tempest asked; a black haired, dark skinned beauty who could mesmerize anyone with her face. Damien waited for the doors to be shut again before he answered. “I will be gone for the next two months. I have certain things to take care of.” “Does this have to do with your attack last night?” Demitri, I was learning, was the most trusted member within the group and Damien’s right hand. I’d heard rumors that they had been friends since they were kids, which means that Demitri just might be over eight hundred years old. “Yes.” Damien confirmed. “But I don’t want any of you involved in this fight.”

His grip tightened around me, a solid reminder of our bond, and he leaned in, his voice a low whisper that crackled with urgency. “I heard you needed some help, brother. Compound Romos looks like it’s been through hell.” I pulled back, meeting his intense gaze, nodding gravely as reality settled in. With a fluid motion, Demetri dismounted, his boot striking the ground with purpose as he hitched the kickstand. We both turned toward the man I had tossed into the fire, watching as he wrestled with his demons. The flames danced high, illuminating Demetri’s leather-clad arms, each flex a promise of protection in this chaotic world we inhabited.

I lift my head slightly whilst we are walking and take in the view in front of me. Dimetrius is built like a warrior god. He has muscles built upon muscles and his skin is ridiculously tanned from all the heat radiating from the Lava flowing through the city. His arse is perfectly round and his pants are slightly too tight, allowing me to visualize exactly what I will see and feel under there the moment we get behind closed doors. I can feel the heat building in my core with every step closer we take, my heart rate is quickening as I’m visualising slamming him against the wall. Out here he is the master, but not behind closed doors.

The man in the black robe turned and left, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his mouth as he said, "After tomorrow night, you will thank me, Damon. Just hold on one more day, and you will become a true powerhouse." With those words, the man in the black robe ignored Damon and slowly left the training room. Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Aidementon's western city, in a river, Demetra stood in the water, tightly gripping a katana as he continuously slashed at the surface, causing it to explode with loud sounds. A voice kept ringing in Demetra's mind, 'Kill Wilbur. He deserves to die. Everything happened because of him. He tore you and Miyah apart!'

Demetrius shook his head. "You once ordered your men to kill me. Are you a coward that you cannot do your dirty work yourself?" she asked bitterly. She could feel her lifeline getting thin; the pain was building, but she was trying to hold it down. "I am not here to kill you, Annabelle. I am here to save my mate. Will you step aside and allow me to do that?" Demetrius asked, the zeal to fight leaving his body. He could hear the growls of victory outside. "Your men are dead, Jarod is dead; there is nothing to fight for again," he told her, then released her. He moved to his mate and gave her the antidote.

His heart raced and the man clenched and unclenched his fists twice before looking at me again. “You’re going to hate me when you hear it.” He said, and I frowned in confusion. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did anyway.” “What do I have to do with this?” I asked, shaking my head in question. “And why would I be hating you, Diego?” “I am a demon in disguise. I try to be good, but I know for fact that I am not.” He said, and I took a deep breath before taking his hand in mind, squeezing it gently.