Is Damien A Biblical Name Novels & Stories

“It feels like whoever is up there, God, Allah, Jesus…they’ve given me a second chance at being a mother.” “You know you can still have children.” Damien said. “I know that,” I nodded. But Neema looked so much like David that it made me think that he was David himself. Like he’d been reborn as Neema. “So, why were you calling Jonathan instead of me?” Damien finally asked and I took a second to consider my answer.

a deep baritone voice resounded from behind him and he was quickly towered by a masculine man with a rather cold look on his face. “Damien, what are you doing here? I thought you left after the dinner?” he asked. Damien is the world’s youngest Major General. He is also the eldest son of his Uncle, Asael Knoxx, and his wife Kirsten Knoxx. His uncle had three children with Kirsten and another daughter, Aria Pendragon, with his ex-fiance, Athalia Pendragon.

"Before all of this." Damian exhaled through his nose. A ghost of a laugh. "Unfortunately." Nova looked at him. "What happened to him?" Damian didn't answer right away. His hand curled over the armrest. When he did speak, it wasn't dramatic. No speech. Just a quiet offering. "My father didn't believe in softness. Not in me. Not in my mother." He paused. "My name, Dacian, wasn't a legacy. It was a curse. A chain he wrapped around my neck."

No way that this name could still exist. “Damien?” I repeated, the word foreign on my tongue. Liam didn’t speak. His whole body stiffened, his knuckles whitening against the table’s edge. I pressed. “Damien who?” I didnt know if I was ready for that answer but what did I have to lose. All I could do now was just pray and hope that it wasnt the same Damien that I thought. The boy’s voice cracked. “Damien Steele.” The air literally shattered and I could swore I heard Liam stop breathing.

“That’s the codename they gave you?” “It’s not a codename,” he grumbles sheepishly. “That’s what I am.” “You’re not making any sense.” He shakes his head. “I’ve already said too much.” “Just tell me your name. I can’t very well call out for the Bastard every time I need something. That’s just plain rude.” The man regards me carefully. He doesn’t have the same ferocity as the rest of them. He isn’t as abrasive as the Boss, as cold as One-Eye, as hot-headed as Fists, or as sly as the Closer. The best chance I have of surviving this situation is building a rapport with one of my captors, and I’m pretty sure the Bastard is my best bet. “Damien,” he answers finally. “My name is Damien.”

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

Damien waited by the garden wall, arms crossed, his motorcycle helmet dangling from one hand. “Did you know someone used to watch me sleep?” she asked without preamble. He raised a brow. “I was hoping we’d start with hello.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” She hesitated—then handed him her phone, thumb resting on the screen. “Recognize the username?” His gaze flicked to it. Seraphim28. He frowned. “That’s… old.” “You’ve seen it before?” “Yeah. Once. On a burner post in a dark forum. One that linked to a hidden blog. Obsessed with domination theory, surveillance culture, behavioral rewiring.”

he says quietly. "You've said that before," One of the two men who walked in last walked over to Damien's chair, leaning against the table. The taller man followed as well. "Hi Damien, my name is Zeus," Damien looked up at the guy, his eyes bloodshot. "I know you," Damien says quietly. "My Uncle talked about you," "And what about him?" Zeus pointed at the tall man who walked into Damien's line of vision. "I only know him from TV. I didn't know that he..." Damien trailed off.

When his eyes caught sight of Inez, he instantly hugged her and sobbed, "She was with me Inez, she was here." When she saw him clinging like his life depended on her and hearing him, proclaim that he had seen a dream, she finally started bursting into tears. "I know…",she whispered, hugging him back. ◍◍◍◍ They both were back to New York. Damien had already instructed His men in Italy to change that name from Avalyn's Cemetery, Avalyn never deserved to have the word "Devil" over her tomb; she was an Angel, and Angels are never names to be captivated by Devils..

“Do you know who she is?” Damien looked at the image for a long moment, a heavy, complicated shadow crossing his features. Then he looked up at me. “Yes.” I waited, barely breathing. He stood up, straightened his jacket, and moved toward the door. With his hand on the frame, he paused, delivering the blow with brutal quietness. “Her name is Rebecca. And she’s not a business contact. She’s the woman my father was deeply in love with before he ever met your mother.”