Jon X Damian Novels & Stories

Jax I honestly didn't know what I was expecting when I agreed to meet Damiano. Maybe answers, or closure. Or maybe just someone who existed before all the madness started, someone who knew me before I became Jaxen DeLuca, the girl who got kidnapped, manipulated, lied to, and somehow ended up working for the devil himself. Unfortunately, the person sitting across from me was Damiano, and Damiano had the attention span of a goldfish whenever he wasn't talking about himself.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

“And because you deserve better than a first time you’ll regret.” Tears pricked my eyes. Damn him. Damn his words. Damn his restraint. “You’re—confusing,” I whispered. “Good.” His smirk was faint. “It means you’ll think about me tomorrow.”

The Wrong that felt Right. Damian's POV My name is Damian Vale. I'm twenty-five years old and the only son of industrialist Maxwell Vale. I'm the heir to a huge fortune that can buy politicians and banks. When people hear my name, they think of power, beauty, and honor. But they failed to see the cage.

He deserved all the respect I could give. "I'm Damian, and I'm the CEO of Elvis Hotels and Resorts." "Oh! That's where my daughter works. That means you must be her boss."Mom said in awe. "Yes ma'am. I am" Damian said with a smile. "Good to meet you dear." Mom said trying to stand to her feet. Damian and I rushed to stop her . "You should rest ma'am." Damian said. He acted so gentlemanly and in my eyes, he looked like a knight in shining armor.

Jo wasn’t angry with Nicko anymore, but when things like this were talked about, she would blush, like a young girl who had just been greeted by a boy she liked. “Jo… what are you doing with this guy? Have you forgotten what he just did? He’s already betrayed you with another woman, Jo!” Damian exclaimed in a lofty tone. After all, she wanted her cousin to divorce her useless husband. Actually, Damian had nothing to do with his cousin’s domestic life. They had never troubled Damian financially at all as long as their marriage, but for the sake of the title of savior of a large family and a sports car, Damian will do this.

Hе didn’t rеspond. “I don’t know why I kееp trying,” I whispеrеd. “Shе doеsn’t sее mе. I could win thе Nobеl Pеacе Prizе and shе’d say I lookеd fat in thе photos.” Damian chucklеd, low and quiеt. “That sounds about right.” I lookеd at him. Rеally lookеd. Evеn undеr thе porch light, hе lookеd pеrfеct. Sharp jaw. Dark stubblе. His tattoos pееkеd out from undеr his slееvеs.

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

Jason stood straight, showing off his height. “You’re going to want to not do that.” Damian threatened dangerously. “Both you of you chill out! Jason, this is Damian. He is Dax’s brother. Damian, this is my cousin Jason.” “Whatever, Sarah, I need you now!” Jason kept his back straight but pleaded with me.

“I proposed to Zara.” Damian blinked in shock. “You did?” “Yeah.” “What did she say?” Jaxon scoffed lightly. “What do you think she said? Of course she said yes.” Damian leaned back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if she said no.” Jaxon let out a short laugh. “You’re an asshole.” “Just being honest.” “Yeah, well, keep your honesty to yourself.” The line went dead. Damian set the phone down, his expression thoughtful for a moment before he pushed the thoughts aside.