Novel & Cerita Marinette X Damian

Winter gazed at Damien blankly " However, I don't think we've met " " Pardon my rudeness " Damien stepped forward, he reached out a hand which Winter hesitantly took. He looked at me while they shook hands. My eyes were pleading with him to not do anything stupid, but Damien was nothing if not stubborn. " I am Damien West, A business partner, and Your Wife's Ex Husband "

"Alright, Damian. I will be expecting your call." Before Damian left, he looked over at Maria and gave her a slight warning. "The next time you intrude into my affairs, I will deal with you personally and overlook your family." Damian left swiftly, not waiting to hear Maria out. Maria looked over at Daisy, who she felt was inferior to her. She decided to intimidate Daisy and warned her, "You better keep away from Damian. I am sure that you must have heard of the M-group. You do not want to mess with me. Damian is mine, and you better name your price and cut ties with him. Or else, I will deal with you."

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.”

“Don’t worry, pay it in. I’m raising a daughter you know.” Damien said. “Okay, and before I forget, I need you to look for someone for me. She goes by the name Jenna Marbles. She is involved in this case.” He dropped a picture of Jenna. Diablo wrote down the name then stared at it for a while. Jenna Marbles sounded familiar to him in some way. He didn’t know if it was the Marbles or the Jenna. He raised a brow. “I feel like I already know this person. Any other information you can leave?”

He was beginning to understand the gravity of the situation, and the danger that Marah posed. As I finished my story, I knew that Damian would take my warning seriously. Marah wasn't just a woman with a misguided crush; she was a force of manipulation and destruction. Her obsession with power and status had turned her into a formidable adversary. I clinked my glass against Damian's, a silent toast to our enduring friendship and our shared understanding of the treacherous world we navigated. In a world filled with Marahs and hidden agendas, having a friend like Damian was a lifeline—a reminder that we could face any storm together and emerge stronger on the other side.

He ignores the other man's presence as he rolled his sleeves and lited cigar— Christian’s body heat filled the entire room as his inked forearm reached beside Damien and grabbed a glass, before setting in on the counter next to him. “You look quite distracted today…" Damien spoke while he poured himself half a glass of Martini. Christian arches a brow looking straight at him questionably, as though telling him it wasn't his damn business. Damien , ignorant of the hidden flare in Christian eyes, continued speaking.“You barely said anything today, that is quite out of the ordinary." "Can't you just see I am not in the mood to speak!” He snapped.

Xavier straightened to his full height, unbothered by the mood in the room—his trench coat still catching the gold light like he was auditioning for villain of the year. “Damien Cassius Tenebris,” Moses corrected flatly from the couch without even looking up, one hand flicking a sound dial on his janky setup. “Trash name.” Miriam clicked her tongue. “Pretentious. Reads like an off-brand cologne.” Xavier—no, Damien Cassius Tenebris stood in the center of their common room like he was trying not to get eaten. Which, to be fair, was an entirely valid fear. He was smiling.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Sebastian continued, "You said you loved the sunsets over the Aethel River, so I bought every piece of land along the shore with the best view of the sunset. You said you hated not feeling special, so for the past ten years, you've been the only woman in my contacts. "For a decade, I've watched you love someone else and share their pain. Now, give me a chance to heal all your wounds, okay?" Sebastian smiled as he wiped away her tears. "Give me a chance to spend the rest of my life proving that you should never have to beg to be loved." The guests erupted in cheers, but Calista turned to look at Elijah. Elijah smiled and ruffled Calista's hair. "Go ahead and say yes. I've checked him out—he'l

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.