Jon X Damian Mga Nobela at Kwento

he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Getting mad already?” I taunted, taking a step closer. “Oh, I’m just getting started. You think I wouldn’t find out? You lied to Mom—told her you were in the hospital with dad when you were holed up at home, screwing Vanessa Calloway. And now you want to act like you’re better than me?” Damien’s eyes blazed with fury, his composure slipping. “Watch your mouth, Jaxon,” he warned, his voice trembling with rage.

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

“Leave him out of this.” “Liana,” his voice softens as his eyes meet mine. “Your son is safe. On that, I give ye my word.” I pull Mattew into my side, wanting so badly to believe it’s true but Damian can see my doubt isn’t going anywhere, and he takes matters into his own hands, kneeling down so he’s face to face with my baby. “Hello there, how are you” He ruffles Mattew hair with his big hand. “My name is Damian, what’s yours?”

I cried out, my hands grabbing the top of the wooden boards. Damien completely ignored me. He leaned his weight into Jax, his broad shoulders blocking the rookie from everyone else’s view. His dark eyes were dilated, burning with a pure, murderous rage from inches away. "Let me make one thing very clear to you, boy," Damien growled. His voice was a low, freezing whisper that carried perfectly through the silent arena. His fingers tightened on the metal cage, forcing Jax's head hard against the plastic.

Then he kissed me, long and slow, like he needed to remember how to breathe. When we pulled apart, his phone buzzed again on the table. We both froze. It wasn’t Schwartz. It wasn’t Soma. It was Jonathan. Damian stared at it, hesitating, before letting it ring out. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “He’s on his way back to the city. I’ll talk to him when he gets here. Until then…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. We both knew what he meant.

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Damon says, and we all look at him, humour written on Xaviero's face. "You are not John Wick." Cara say. "I am. You're just blind to my powers." Damian says so seriously, you would have believed him. Getting up, still slightly annoyed. "I'm gonna go get a bottle of. . " all their eyebrows raises "juice." I complete, even though all my insides were craving a mixture of bourbon and tequila. "You seem to be taking lots of juice, it shows." Xaviero says. I don't take juice. "Yes. You've gained weight, especially in those babies." Damian smirks, his eyes on my breast. Pervert.

"Damian, come down to eat your breakfast!" his mom called from the kitchen. Damian just finished showering and was choosing what to wear. It was their last day of exams, and he was so excited that he wanted to wear something very special to impress Peter. He was planning to go with Juliette to the studio after they finish. He chose black ripped jeans and a dark blue shirt. Juliette told him before that these colors suit him a lot. He styled his brownish hair and put on some pink lip balm to complete everything.

"Excuse me, do you have any updates on Damian? How is he doing?" The nurse paused for a moment, her eyes filled with empathy as she met my gaze. "I understand your concern, but Mr. Crown’s parents are on their way. Doctor Crown is with him right now, doing everything he can. I assure you, he's in good hands." Doctor Crown. That's Damian’s Uncle, Jonathan’s twin brother. I nodded, my worry far from being alleviated, as I watched the nurse hurry off, disappearing into the bustling chaos of urgent activity.