Jon X Damian Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Come meet the boys. You know Micah and Logan. The one with the spiky hair is Mason." "Hey Cassandra, we heard a lot about you; nice to put a face to the body." "Just ignore him," Christian carries on to introduce me to the guy. "That one that fell into a bottle of bleach is Jax." "Howzit girl." The next guy he introduces me to is Damian; he is kind of mean-looking and angry. "If you ever feel like dumping his ass, then I will give you my number." Christian glares at him with a stare that can shoot daggers from his eyes. "Remember what I said about the kneecaps."

she asked quietly. Damian shook his head sharply. “Not here. Later.” Naomi nodded, understanding. “Myles isn’t here. He left for the courthouse. He has that big case against Jonathan Monroe. It’s just a few of us here now.” Damian grunted and walked to his small office. He sat at his desk but he couldn’t focus. The humiliation played over and over in his mind with Murphy’s words, Axel’s punch and the promise of power that felt emptier than ever for him.

I was standing at the head of the camp when Caspian approached me, his face serious. “Rylan,” he said quietly, pulling me to my feet. “We have a problem.” I followed him to a quieter part of the camp, away from the others, my eyes scanning the area to make sure no one was listening. Caspian’s expression was grim, his jaw set tight. I knew this wasn’t going to be good news. “Jon,” he said, his voice low. “The boy. He’s been talking to Damian.” I scowled. Jon was one of the youngest rogues in our camp. Only sixteen. He had been training hard with my men, learning the ways of battle, but he was still just a boy. His loyalty should have been unquestionable, but now, I wasn’t so sure.

” Trayton ~”Boss? Jackson ~”Get used to it, they won't call you anything else, it is a sign of respect.” Trayton ~”Hey Gunner.” Jackson ~”Then this is Damian. He is the one with the brains, he protects you and looks after you and Ava, and he does anything you tell him to do. He runs things when you can't.” Damian ~”How is it boss?” Trayton ~”Great thanks Damian.” Jackson ~”I would give you a third one but you got Dominic.”

@MapleWrites. Damien is also a police adviser who helps the police investigate difficult cases. He is still 20 but he had long been a successful man who built his own company from scratch. Along with his stern personality are his coldness and detached nature. He is strict and never liked to fool around. Amadeus would sometimes tease him that he would die a virgin but the man would just scoff at his remarks and say nothing. Each of the Knoxx’s children are all outstanding. That is also the reason why a lot of people wanted them since there is not a child that did not live up to the family’s name.

Damian nodded, the data he got from Joshua did seem to be correct. "I know you must be suspicious of me, but as long as the boss knows. I'm not like that, I have no intention of destroying the J-group company!" Damian was surprised, he looked at Key who lowered his face. He held his breath, as he looked at the girl back at him with a smile. “Because I am not the same as my father!” ****

His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he pulled me closer into his chest. His eyes flickered to Henry, and the grin widened just a bit before he dropped the grenade on them, voice calm, like he was talking about the weather. “I’m Damian,” he said. “Cindy’s boyfriend.” What! Damian?! He let the silence stretch, letting it sink in. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all.”

Ruby’s POV The man claiming to be my brother walked closer. I stayed still as I warily watched him approach me. I didn't know how to feel. Ariana leaned toward Lilac, but her whisper was loud enough for all of us to hear. “Oh my God, Jonas really wasn’t lying. Look at them. They’re the spitting image of each other.” I didn’t react. I just watched him. Damien turned to Ariana. “You can call me Damien,” he said. “Jonas is my middle name. I had to tell you it was my first name to hide my true identity. I didn’t want anyone outside of Ruby and Dominic knowing I was in the U.S.”

Jamal grunted but didn't reply as he stumbled to his feet and mustered a weak smile, He knew something like this would happen so it wasn't a surprise. “A gift.” He repeated weakly, turning around and stumbling out of the room. Damian turned his attention back to the John and pushed up his chin so their eyes were on the same level. “Do you know who I am?” Damian asked softly. He shook his head. “Think, think hard.” Damian urged with a smile. “——” John mumbled incoherently “Speak up.” “Damian—Damian Moretti.” “Ohhh, So you know who I am.” Damian asked.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”