Jon X Damian Novels & Stories

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.

He looked like he’d rather be walking into a warzone than a domestic breakfast scene. “This is Jaxon,” Damian said. “He answers to me.” “Clearly,” Jaxon muttered under his breath. Aria tried not to laugh. Oh, she liked him already. Jaxon glanced at her, gave a curt nod, and looked back at Damian. “You want me following her around flower arrangements now? Really?” “She’s my wife,” Damian replied. “Which means she’s now a target.” "Target of what?" Aria asked. They both ignored the question.

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

“So, are you going to introduce yourself one last time before we change your identity and send you off to Italy?” For the first time, he smiled. It wasn’t wide, not smug—just small, tired, like a man letting out a secret he’d been holding too tightly. He took the glass. “My name is Damian.” I repeated it under my breath, tasting it. “Damian.” I tilted my head, studying him the way I might study a chess piece before deciding where it fit on the board. “And who, Damian, is the person that has it out for Harvest Bloom?”

Damon’s POV Damon Montague sat across from Harrison Kendrick, his eyes locked on the older man's face. Kendrick's expression was calm, but Damon could see the tension in his shoulders. "So, Mr. Kendrick," Damon said, his voice smooth as silk. "I understand you're looking to make a deal." Kendrick nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I am. I want to expand my business, and I need your help to do it." Damon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'm listening."

"Yes, you took the lives of six people at once very easily. I wasn't like that myself. I'm not someone who would easily take someone's life. We work in different ways. For that reason, you must know your opponent's criteria before you attempt to attack." Damian then stepped on Jovan's hand that was supporting his body in pain, pressing it firmly with the shoe he was wearing. And the sound of Jovan's roar was something he enjoyed quite a bit. After dealing with Jovan, Damian met Harvest who was in a bad shape too. His body was covered with whip marks. Damian faced him flatly. He looked more tired than usual. He looked at Harvest whose hands were bound helplessly. "Aren't you satisfied yet? I