Dmc 1 Novel Novels & Stories

Max stared at the man in the middle of the cell. “She will never be yours” and Damon moves towards the bars still with a grin on his face and his eyes a solid black, he refused to touch the bars though knowing they were silver and that they would burn his hands. “You cannot control her life anymore” I was trying to remain calm but his words were goading me and Max elbows me in the side “At least one twin knows when to keep his mouth shut” Damon was watching Max who had barely said a word. Max always took time to speak, carefully thinking of what he wanted to say

We will find out the story of how Ink met Tina, and how he became the president of The Titan Kings MC. Thank you all for your love and support in this book. I hope you enjoy it, please comment to tell me what you think. RL Dickinson xx

Eric stopped the car and the trio stepped out. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight of the huge building in front of them. "Wow. This is huge. " He whistled. "Yeah. Well,we can have the time to admire it later." Daniel retorted indifferently. He wore a black hoodie and navy blue jeans. His signature crossbow was held at his right hand. Glancing at his watch,the time read 1:30AM. "Alright, this is it." Eric said. He pulled out a shot gun and cocked it,a serious gaze crossing his face as he stared at the mansion.

Okay, this search wouldn't take long since Domenico lived in a one-room apartment. I took off my shoes and jacket in peace in the short, bright hallway before I followed her into the only room in the apartment. It wasn't tall, half of it was already taken up by the fold-out couch, but the large windows let in the twilight of the twilight and emphasized the bright and friendly interior. "Now let's have a nice evening," I heard my best friend say. Domenico was sitting in old sweatpants and a faded shirt on the folded couch and watched Evangeline distributing all the food from the bag on the old wooden table. The night's blankets and pillows were still around him and I had to wonder if we'd jus

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Descending Into the Fire The icy wind cut like knives as we plummeted fast, silent as ghosts, toward the enemy base. We hit the steel platform, rolling into coverjust as searchlights swept past. Damien moved first, striking fast, silently disabling two guards with brutal efficiency. I followed, breathing steady, suppressing three more before they could trigger an alert. “Clear,” Vanessa whispered, taking position near the upper catwalk. The First Encounter The air shifted, cold and deadly. Suddenly, combat drones descended from hidden compartments, turrets locking on without warning. Gunfire erupted. Damien charged, cutting through the nearest drone with deadly precision, his dark eyes burni

1 Month Later Havoc “Is that everyone?” From beneath my lashes, I watched as Darcie peeled her clothes off, leaving them in a heap on the bedroom floor. We were still at Maggie’s, although I knew we would need to go home soon. Fang had understood my need to stay with Darcie as she helped my grandmother get the women who had been rescued home to their families. Darcie needed to stay busy and I needed her to be happy. So if she needed to stay here for now that’s what we would do.

I know it's invasion of privacy and rude, but I know what Dante has done to my dad, and I want to be very sure Maimunat has nothing to do with it I sat down on my bed and without wasting much time, I entered her most recent chat, It was still with Ibrahim Dante. 'I did what you asked.....I killed the girl, so I need my money!' My eyes widened in horror......which girl is Dante talking about here? 'I thought influential drug lords like you don't need to ask for money....' 'I thought a fleet admiral's wife would have nothing to worry about, that amount is nothing but chicken change for you' 'Relax, I'll fund your account tomorrow. I'm well pleased with your clean work, you left no trace. I lov

*** Damien has consciously been avoiding Kira's eyes since he arrived at the place where the creature cursed by the sun was tied up. They decided that it was time they found out as much as they could about them without wasting any more time. The moment they brought him out of the cage, he cried in pain as soon as he came in contact with the sun. His body began to burn like it was on heat and he continuously cried out in pain. Draco pushed him back into the shade. "If you don't want to go back there, make sure you answer each and every question we ask and don't you dare lie to us. Is that understood?" he asked, earning a death glare in return.

The first month of living with Margareth was a real rediscovery for me with a sister whom I only knew from rumors I had heard. Mom never wanted to talk about her, as if she had really thrown Margareth out not only from family books and photo albums, but also from heart. I was sad just thinking about it, because my older sister was a wonderful person, and the fact that she fell in love with a demon, in my opinion, did not detract anything from her. She told me that Christopher, the demon, loved her too, and left the Underworld, losing his home forever, so much he wanted to stay on the surface, with her. And although Margareth eventually lost him to the mages of Siberia, who were known for the