Destiny And Damaury Novels & Stories

After parting ways with his assistants at the airport, Damien headed straight for the Black Mansion. For a brief moment, he contemplated the idea of sneaking into Eva’s room, but such an action seemed beneath him. He was Damien Cross, after all. There was no need for stealth when confidence was his forte.

That was what Faricenda's mother always called her daughter. Dama glanced at Luna Howell, looking at her weirdly before running back to her room where she met Danks in towel almost entering into the bathroom. "Do you need to start hiding things from me?" Dama asked, folding her arms beneath her breasts - she was still angry at him for not telling her Tabrett was a Princess which he knew about.

“I’m glad you’ll be fine. If you died…I’m not sure I could have ever forgiven myself, and even now I’m not still sure I can. But you wake up… I hope you do.” Damien stood up once he was done, then tucked a small paper by his armpit. “Just in case you wake up before I’m back..” Damein’s gaze lingered on him a beat longer. Then he turned and walked into the night… Now he had one task. Find Serena… destroy the Veil Order while at it. *********** Sandy stood by the window of their room, rubbing her hands around her baby bump watching as Damein walked into the forest.

Said with anger. "Who is that? Who is your second team?" Her mother asked. Haqq looked at their mother. "It's Hamidat! She is the group leader of the second team and they are expecting us to be working together as one! It can never work out, never be with that idiot!" Shouted loudly. "Calm down Aminat! And let me get it right, It's Hamidat that they transferred to that place and who you should work it. So what is now a problem with that? You are Hamidat are friends-----"

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

he tells her. “What kind of rules?” she asks “I will always avail myself when needed, but you cannot call me. I’m the only one who’s allowed to call you.” “You said you are not married,” Raven says to him. Damon was suspicious; he said he was not married, yet he was telling her not to call her. “There’s just a lot of danger around me, and my priority would keeping you safe. Might not make sense now, but let's agree on that,” Damon tells her.

Damien was alive, and he was coming. She turned back to Ares. “If he wants a war,” she said quietly, “then he’ll get one.” He met her gaze, eyes full of fierce determination. “Then we fight together this time.” As thunder rolled outside, Valeria felt the fire in her chest return. She would protect her daughter, no matter what. And if Damien Lockwood wanted revenge, he was about to learn just how dangerous she had become. The storm outside raged on, lightning flashing through the window. Somewhere in the darkness, Damien watched from his car, a cold smile spreading across his face. “It’s only just begun,” he whispered.

"Amelia left a year ago. Went to France. We haven’t heard from her since." Brian frowned. "She never reached out? Not even once?" "Not even a postcard." I pulled two plates from the cabinet and forced a smile. "So, it’s just me, Mathias, and Elhoïme now." As if summoned, they came running down the stairs. "Is he here?" Mathias shouted. "I want to see the guy with the muscles!" Elhoïme added, skidding into the kitchen in his socks. Brian laughed and crouched slightly. "Hey guys. I’m Brian."

🌹 Damien 🌹 Damien had never felt this level of desperation before. Every inch of him screamed to act, to do something, anything, to save Aurora. She was out there, somewhere—captured, at the mercy of Victoria's men. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them good.

Darina’s caravan joined Ozroes as they journey towards Sahamero, the land of the myth-like Amyrgians. They were mysterious to the Clapestrisian due to their elusiveness and the nature of their land. The thrill flowing through Darina’s veins is after her desire to see the vast land and the military force of the Amyrgians. She can finally see the mighty men who are only described in the books she read.