Demian Novels & Stories

he laughed out and Emma stood up. Emma's eyes narrowed as she glared at Jerome, her determination unyielding. She refused to let his taunts and the dire circumstances break her spirit. "Life may be unfair, but I'm not giving up," Emma declared, her voice filled with unwavering determination. "I won't let you destroy everything I hold dear." Jerome chuckled condescendingly. "Oh, how noble of you. But what can you possibly do from inside this room? You're trapped, Emma. And soon, Caleb will be convinced to eliminate you."

“Secretary of whom?” “Dimitri Kingston.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “What!” *** This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ***

Samantha I sat on the small sofa in my dorm, writing away and reading from my notes and textbook. My eyesight was a bit blurry, tired of all the studying I had been doing for my upcoming test. Kimmy was making a quick sandwich for the two of us, she wanted to take a break as well, complaining that her class was so hard and nothing she was reviewing was sticking to her.

He nodded and then cupped his arms so she slid an arm in it as they walked towards elevator. “Are you enjoying the movie?” “Well, I could barely understand the language ma’am.” “We call it pidgin and please call me Harmony.” “I apologise Harmony but I really don’t understand this whole pidgin language.” “You may not understand. The movie is called Altar Ego. Do you believe in inner demon Ichabod?” Just as she asked that, he stopped walked and then faced her. “Inner demon?” “Yea.” “Well, do I believe in it?” He asked himself as he felt Odin snarled while he and Harmony walked into the elevator, “I think I do believe in it more than most people do.” He said finally before the door of the eleva

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

Mikhail likes, well, I’m not really sure how to describe his tastes, but I don’t really care for the females we share for more than a couple of sessions. Hail's females are very needy, and expect constant instruction and care to boot. Roman is as tough as they come. He is better left alone. The few occasions he does bring someone home, they are hell beasts or amazons that are more than capable of breaking us in half. All of my brothers are assholes, but he pretty well takes the cake in that department and would sooner deck someone then ever explain himself. Malachi, on the other hand, likes every one and is liked by every one and has no discernible taste other than his food having a pulse.

Was I feeling any numbness in my fingers? Was my vision blurry? Was I hallucinating? Fear overwhelmed me in every sense. Finally, at dawn, a gray-haired specialist walked over with my report. He was the most renowned toxicologist in the city. Peter had recommended me to him. “Young man, you’re very fortunate.” The specialist pushed his glasses against his nose bridge. I almost cried at his words. “You don’t seem to be suffering from any nerve damage.” I let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed against the chair.

One of the girls said. "What do you mean?" "Well beneath all that, you look pretty." Raven analyzed the girls here and she saw that their beauty was out of this world. Why did she even think she had a chance with Damien and that he truly liked her? She would be last on the queue if he wanted to be serious about any of the girls here. "Is Demi pretty? His ex?" Raven asked. "She is a living doll." one of the girls replied. Raven nodded, wow even the ex was such a huge competition. Raven nodded, "Thanks for letting me know about this."

“I was seventeen when she was diagnosed. They gave her two to three months, and at two she was gone.” I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, placing a kiss against his skin. “Who are you, Domenico?” He was silent as he thought about what I was asking. “I’m la Bestia. I want to be a man for you, Ari, but I don’t know how. I’ve been the beast for so long, covered in the blood of Ferrante’s enemies, that I don’t know how to be anything else.” “There’s more to you than that,” I said. I had seen it firsthand, felt it.

Truth was, if Damien had not come over earlier, she would probably still be mopping over the loss of her dear friend. "Okay sweetie, if you say so. Have a goodnight," Layla said, kissing Kira on her forehead before walking out of her room and leaving Kira to her foggy thoughts. ***** Damien retired back to his room tiredly. The moment his body hit the bed, he placed his hands on over chest, trying to understand why his heart kept beating so fast. He had way too many questions running though his heads and he couldn't help but ask himself what in the world had come over him earlier.