Marinette X Damian Novels & Stories

I said. Imran walked towards the table slowly, his eyes moving across the room first. He always did that now. Observed before speaking. Measured people carefully. Again, dangerous. He stopped beside me, glancing down at the papers scattered across the table. “What happened?” “Three shipments interrupted,” Dante explained. “Different locations.” Imran frowned slightly. “And you think it's connected?” “It is connected,” Marco said sharply. “We're trying to figure out who the fuck is responsible.”

I crack a brow. "You don't know her? Weird, even when you read alot." Janny snickers. "There is just too much to read about." I shrug in defense. "It's not written in books dummy, stop picking on the Luna." Amelia throws Janny a smugly glare. "Liliana is the mate of Alpha Ken from the Moon walker pack. They got mated last year and she is kinda the most respected lady among the were's, since the other árchontas are mateless."

Of course, I declined at first, reminding him that I have my own money but he insisted and I caved 'cause who I am to decline such blessing? “Hi, I'm Meredith. How can I assist you today ma'am?” “I want three pairs of your store's most expensive shoes in size six and color red, black, and white” “Well, erm… Aren't you going to cho—” “I trust you. Now, go and make it fast I have to be somewhere.” I said making a shooing motion with my hand while my eyes were still glued to the hurrying form of Matias. “You can make your pay—”

We vowed to protect each other, to shield our hearts from the prying eyes and intrusive whispers of those who sought to tear us apart. But as fate would have it, our resolve would be tested once again. A familiar face resurfaced, someone from Xander's past who harbored a deep resentment and a burning desire for revenge. His name was Damian, a man who had once held a position of trust within Xander's inner circle. Damian's reappearance sent shockwaves through our lives. His vendetta against Xander ran deep, rooted in past grievances and a twisted sense of entitlement. He saw me as a pawn in his game, a way to exact his revenge and destroy the happiness we had fought so hard to attain.

Marcus quickly stood from his chair. “Mr. Cassel.” Damian walked inside calmly before closing the door behind him. Click. The sound made Marcus’s throat dry. Damian’s expression remained unreadable as he slowly approached the desk. “I heard you’ve been working at Spark Winery for eleven years.” Marcus forced a smile. “Yes.” Damian nodded once. “That’s a long time.” Silence stretched. Marcus tried to steady his breathing. Then Damian placed both hands casually on the desk and leaned slightly forward. “Tell me something, Marcus.”

The road we walked in was narrow and the screams of falling down into what I did not want to imagine covered us kike a cloak. Finally, I got to the entrance of the gates. Academy of The Damned. I followed the crowd inside, my hand wrapped around the only piece of familiarity I had. The necklace my mum's had given me was kind of a comfort, but it still did nothing, when what looked like a dragon passed me slowly, crushing the unlucky souls beneath its feet. There was a big signpost that said orientation and so I pushed through the crowd, heading there. A small gathering of people stood, and a tall girl stood there. Her hair was brown, down to her waist but when she stared at the crowd, she ha

I couldn’t get a read of his mood. “Damien Whitmore.” He glanced at me as he continued. “Selina’s husband.” Martin nodded and shifted a bit from me . “Nice to meet you. I’m. Martin Sampson. A friend from college.” I quickly recovered from the shock. “Damien what are you doing here?” “I was on my way to a meeting and traffic was rerouted.” He turned to Martin. “I’ve finally met the source of her corruption.” Martin laughed. My ears must have heard wrong. Did Damien Whitmore just make a joke? I stared at him. He continued like nothing happened.

Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as her soaked pussy slid up and down his shaft. “Fuck yesss,” Damon moaned, his eyes locked on where they were joined. “Look at you riding my cock like a greedy girl. Your pussy is creaming all over me. So fucking wet.” Elena leaned forward, her breasts bouncing with every bounce. “It feels so good… Your cock hits so deep when I ride you like this. Ohh yesss… I fucking love it.” Damon suddenly sat up a little, one strong hand wrapping around her throat. He squeezed just enough to make her feel owned, not enough to hurt. His dark eyes burned into hers as he held her in place.

The thought came quietly. That's how the dangerous ones always did. Damien was still in his office at almost eleven at night. The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the floor to ceiling windows, beautiful in the way things looked when they didn't care whether you were falling apart or not. Without really thinking about it, he opened his laptop. His fingers moved before his mind caught up. Mara Cross. He pressed Enter. Nothing. No social media. No interviews. No recent photos. No trace of the woman who had shared his breakfast table every morning for six years.

Xoxo “Shut up, Dam. You're saying this because you're jealous.” Avery chuckled. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Because you never liked anyone. You don't have feelings, Dam. You have a heart made of ice.” “Rude,” Damian mumbled, staring at Avery, who was checking her phone every five seconds. “Oh!” Avery pretended to faint on the bed when she finally got an answer from Nate. “Let me see,” Damian said.