Jean Claude Van Damme Joven Novels & Stories

Damien lowered his gaze and took a sip of the red wine. His movements were graceful and dignified, but Mr. Dickson and Ciara had no time to appreciate them. He glanced at Mr. Dickson, "Did you mention that you want to drink until I am content?" Mr. Dickson was momentarily shocked and inquired, "I'm not sure how much will satisfy you?" "I know that," chuckled the young man next to him. Mr. Dickson gazed at him and asked, "Please explain, Mr. Damien." The young man sitting next to Damien appeared to be only 23 years old, with a striking appearance and the cynicism of a family member in every gesture.

I commanded one of the maids outside my rooms. Gosh!!!am super excited!!"I said jumping round the mansion and swinging my long hairs from left to right. Damien has been my dream perfect crush since the age of 10years,i had been stalking him around,we attended the same elementary school and the same high school now,"As young as he was"He has won over thirties awards both in academic and sports,My man is dreamy.

He asked as she kept pacing. “Good.” “Anything I should know of?” “No, everything is okay.” “Can I ask you something?” She asked and he nodded. “So Chloe told me that you were ten years old fifteen years ago and Naomi was twenty five and I look exactly like her, you are obsessed with me so that means you were also obsessed with Naomi fifteen years ago so why will ten year old be obsessed with a twenty five years old lady and also murdered her?” She asked and Damien didn't give her a response.

Eve's cheek turned red on the right side. "ENOUGH, CLAIRE! IF NOT...THEN I..." Damian shouted in anger. Claire looked at Damian, with resentment she started to like Damian, Damian was different like Robert, Damian was much more mature and of course established! No one knew that Damian was one of the descendants and heirs of a big company in France. So far, no one knew, because Damian hid his identity. In fact, Damian also has another identity that is also unknown to others. And that is what Claire is after. Of course, besides being handsome and gentle, Damian was far above Robert, perhaps only Allan could match him!

The image of a young Damion gripping a knife, standing in front of his father, burned into her mind like a scar. Adrian observed her reaction with quiet satisfaction, his fingers tapping against the rim of his glass. “You look surprised,” he mused. “I thought Damion might’ve given you a glimpse of our childhood by now. No? He must’ve left out the best parts.” Carmela clenched her jaw. “Why are you telling me this?”

The room cleared faster than a Black Friday sale at Tiffany's Madame Laurent scooping up her scattered dignity, Claude practically tripping over himself to escape, the other assistants fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. Damien advanced, his polished Oxfords clicking against the marble like a countdown to detonation. "Enjoying yourself are you?" I perched on the edge of the Rolls-Royce platform, swinging my legs like a schoolgirl who'd just been caught smoking behind the bleachers. "Immensely darling." His hand shot out, gripping my chin with just enough pressure to remind me who I was dealing with. "Claude has a fiancée." I blinked up at him with exaggerated innocence. "And you have a co

in front. I walked beside him. Kai and Wulfric flanked us. We dragged something behind us. Or rather, someone. Kai was dragging the limp body of High Elder Vane by his golden robes. Vane was alive— barely. He was drooling, his eyes vacant, his mind wiped clean by Leo’s touch. We stopped at the edge of the drilling platform. A mercenary captain stepped forward. He looked at Vane’s body. He looked at Damian. "Where is the High Elder?" the captain demanded, raising his rifle. Damian didn't draw a weapon. He stepped up to the microphone stand that Vane had used earlier. He tapped it. Thump-thump. The sound echoed through the crater speakers. "The High Elder has retired," Damian said. His voice

Hunter opened the envelope and retrieved a letter which took him at least a minute to read, unless he read it twice and he looked up to the man in front of him who nodded in response. I don't know if that was a sign for something, but the man began leading Hunter away and he followed diligently to one of the cars. I wanted to come along but one of the men stood directly in my front to halt my movement and began introducing himself. "Miss Jules, it's finally a pleasure to meet you. I'm Damien." He said with a pure smile. He looked well into his fourties and had touches of white hair all over his beards, which is odd for his age.

“What’s so funny, guys?” They look at me in complete shock, and I just shake my head, still not understanding. Finally Josh answers, “Jean-Claude… Van Damme… Van-douche…” I blink at him, still not understanding. “Really? Nothing?” I look around at everyone and now even Greta has a small uptick of her lips into a smile. “Okay, what am I missing?” “Bloodsport, Cyborg, Kickboxer, Universal Soldier? Any of those ring a bell?”

Cameron takes a step, her eyes never parting with him. "I swear to you that I would never hurt you so you can relax" Kim wanted her to be calm. She was nervous and that made him feel bad. Has anyone hurt her in the past? There was something about Kim that was different from Liam. While Liam was conceited in his own little world and pain, Kim was good with humans. He was like a psychic or something. He could see right through Cameron, she was happy but there was something that was not just right with the way she acted.