Jean Claude Van Damme Joven Mga Nobela at Kwento

He placed his head on the bed. The flute had stopped playing and the door to his room was automatically opened. He recognized their scents immediately, he wasn't mistaken. One fairy and some Vampires. He smirks. "You know, I was having a serious conversation with my mate before she ran away from me and you stopped that for me. Are you mad?" he asked, letting go of Samira's hand and standing up on his feet to face them. His eyes went to the young man holding the flute tightly in his arms. The young man's hair was jet black, short but long in front, covering his eyes, his ears were pointing and he was wearing an expensive Dormeiul Vanquish Ii black suit. "I knew it was you, Damien."

Damien asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Seraphina’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oh, this I have to hear.” “Well,” Damien began, leaning back on his elbows, “I was about fourteen, and I had this massive crush on a girl in my class. She loved skateboarding, and I thought, ‘How hard can it be?’ So, I borrowed a friend’s board and decided to show off in front of her.” “And?” Seraphina prompted, already giggling. “And I promptly fell on my face,” Damien admitted with a chuckle. “Scraped my knee, my elbow, and my pride.”