Demian Novels & Stories

Jeremy chuckled as we walked to Mávros building. Jeremy was too enthusiastically active this morning about the date he had with this girl he met online. Sofia was keenly listening to him while I took a sip of my coffee. I still have half an hour to spare so I listened to him as well, but my mind was somewhere else. It was on someone who had the most intense ocean blue eyes I’ve dreamed about last night. Devin, he was all I could think about before I slept and when I woke up.

Demian's smile widened, and he unconsciously placed his nose on her neck, inhaling her scent like an addict. "You're right, my dear. I'm not Xavier. My name is Demian, and I'm his vampire." Her eyes widened, remembering all those vampire movies she used to watch "Will you suck my blood?" She said without feeling it, as she looked at him with her innocent eyes, so that he would smack his lips and go back saying "Mmm, I will, but not how your mind makes it." She narrowed her eyes, looking at him, to smile again, while looking at her with pure love, saying

His voice was laced with a certain sadness. "Y-you don't understand." Liam mumbled under his breath as his shoulder started to shake. "Y-you fucking don't u-understand where I'm coming from because Demian was j-just a Demon Lord f-for you." Liam stammering and struggling to speak as his sobs get in his way, his head hung low.

Steel, not wood. And I understand. --- Day Ninety-Eight Demian gives the squirrel a name. “Darius,” he says, completely serious. “It has a noble air.” “It peed on your boots.” “Exactly. Refined rebellion.” I throw a pebble at him. Miss. He laughs. And I— I don’t. Not because I don’t want to. But because sometimes laughter still feels like a mouthful of broken teeth. He doesn’t take it personally. Just shifts a little closer.

He expels those thoughts from his head to start again thinking about how he will get out of here. On the other side in the kingdom of darkness, Demian was walking back to his room after he broke up the rape of Mack's men to the red-haired priestess, to decide to solve his problem first and to see what is wrong with Zaina. He really missed her and he longed to sleep with her. He wants his problems and disagreements with Zaina to grow, so he should solve her first and gain her trust again, which was destroyed by Leanne, then do whatever he likes. He does not consider her a betrayal. He is just having fun. He does not want to close himself to one body only, while

Still, I grabbed my phone and called her. When Celine finally came home, I thought she would explain who Demian was and why he was so desperate to talk to her. But instead, she kept asking me questions about what Demian said to me. She didn’t even try to hide her nervousness. And then, out of nowhere, she started asking for money. A lot of money. I was too tired to argue. I just told her she could have it in the morning and left for my room. Now, sitting here watching the news, I felt a chill run through me. Demian is killed in a car crash.

Just sharing a cup of coffee alone was a massive, proud achievement for him, let alone getting to directly savor every curve and the smooth skin of Gennifer. "Miss Winston? Just fifteen minutes, this very morning. Then you'll have peace of mind. You won't have to stress out like this. Honestly, I feel so bad seeing your face looking so sour." Demian kept up his sweet-talking seduction. A bachelor around Marvin's age, he was a man quite fond of sexual escapades. Being wealthy and well-off, he was typically picky and didn't just sleep with anyone.

LIORA DENVERUX POV “Who is Kent?,” “Kent Lambert, you remember that child prodigy in painting?,” I asked softly, his darkened expression is not helping, he looks like he could kill Kent “Did he touch you?,” Damien asked. “No,” I lied and quickly added “He was one of Evalina’s investors and they all seem to be friends. He was only nice to me and gave me his card,” I answered, giving Damien the card. His expression softened a little

Emilia wasn’t happy with his new behavior, she couldn’t even focus on the beautiful places and activities Lorenzo showed them, not when a certain half-italian male kept clouding her thoughts. The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts, thinking it was Liam she quickly got up, hoping to have a word with him but when she got to the living room, her face fell as it wasn’t Liam, but a man in a chauffeur attire. Emilia could tell that he was no doubt Italian, from his hey black hair to the outline of his face. He was really handsome but he looked like he was in his late fifties. ' Who is this? ' Confusion was clear on her face. As if reading her thoughts, the strange man introduced himself.

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