Marinette X Damian Novels & Stories

"Damian, I hope that you don't blame me for everything that is happening at the moment because I was just following your order that says that you would accord me with the respect of being Xavier's wife in public! I hope you don't pick a fault with it because you were the one who made mention of it at first '' I said with a smile crept at the corner of my lips. With every single smile of mine, I made sure that my upper lips curled. He gritted his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut, growling in pain. His teeth gnashed and when he flicked his eyes open, his eyes were all red and it burned with immense hate for me. "I am going to deal with you mercilessly when we get back home. That, I assure yo

Mark snapped. "Exactly like you said, Emberlynn is my mate, and I don't know why you are getting so worked up because of it," Damien said, his voice calm. Too calm that Mark felt as though he wasn't the one speaking. Although he had his calm moment, the Damien he knew would have exploded and sent him out of his office as soon as he stepped in.

“What are you doing here?” “Consulting,” he replied. “You?” She glanced at Damon, then back at Ethan. “Married.” Ethan blinked. “Wait. You’re…” Damon extended a hand. “Damon Sinclair..” Ethan shook it, clearly still processing. “Wow. Mr Sinclair, it's an honour to meet you. Small world.” Damon iffered a small smile, he gad no clue sj9 this man was. “We went to college together.” Naomi offered, almost like she could read his mind.

Male, familiar, sharp with frustration. Damien. I froze, my eyes widening. Damien was on a phone call, and his voice was carrying up the stairs, and Darius Kane was definitely close enough to his phone to hear— "Was that—" Darius paused. "Did I just hear Damien Castellan's voice?" Fuck. My mind raced, scrambling for an explanation that wouldn't blow my cover. I couldn't let Darius know I was married to Damien. Miss Andy wouldn't be living in Damien's house, wouldn't be waking up in his bed, wouldn't be—

She said. Maddy's brow creased, but she nodded. “Call me Damian.” I said as Maddy turned to leave. “We look forward to working with you, Damian.” She smiled before disappearing. “Missing your little fuck already?” She shook her head. “That’s sad.” Sipping her drink, she drummed her fingers against the glass. “The mighty Damian Russo has been reduced to chasing a little girl.” She added, clicking her teeth. “That little girl happens to have a hold on me. One you’d never relate to.”

Sheina’s body hit the cold marble wall, while Damian’s hot body pinned her in place. Damian’s face looked like that of a man possessed. His eyes were dark, filled with a thirst that had been held back for five years. There were no more formal greetings. No more business pleasantries. There was only a man on the brink of madness because he had lost his most precious possession. "Let me go, Mr. Xavier!" Sheina hissed, her hands pushing against Damian’s chest, which was as hard as steel. Damian did not budge. Instead, he grabbed both of Sheina’s hands and pressed them against the wall above her head. His breath, smelling of alcohol and masculinity, brushed against Sheina’s face.

Chaos reigns. The irony? Every single band-member is taken. Off the market. Mike — the guitarist and lead singer — is married with two kids. Chris One, on keys, has a boyfriend. Stephan on drums and Chris Two on bass both have stunning girlfriends with actual personalities. And then there’s Damion. “Damion is my problem,” I finally mutter. My gaze betrays me instantly, sliding right back to him like a magnet — like a delicious double-fudge milkshake, all lean muscle, and easy confidence, I would not mind getting a taste of.

I glanced at Damien as he ate quietly, listening to what my brother was saying. His fingers slid down my thighs. “Get your fingers off my thighs if you don’t want to be stabbed like mashed potatoes,” I whispered through gritted teeth, only he could hear. He smirked, ignoring me, and deepened his touch between my thighs through the slit of my dress. I felt tingles spark between my legs as he ran his fingers teasingly. “What’s your favorite color?” Damien asked suddenly. “Red. I love red because it looks like blood—” “Zara…” Mum interrupted, as if she knew exactly what I meant.

Damian himself, accompanied by two of his most devoted men, stepped through the door as it flew open. Xander took a step forward, his face composed. "Damian. You've arrived at last. Anger twisted Damian's face. "You have ruined everything I have created. However, you won't prevail. Isabella lifted her weapon and stood next to Xander. "We have already done so."

Xaden’s tone turned angry as he gestured to Damien, who remained just as distant and detached from this situation as he did everything else. “That’s not true!” she bumbled, before turning to Damien. His eyes slowly fell to meet hers as her hands balled up into his shirt. “Damian, you have to believe me. Why would I ever seek someone else out when I have you?” Damien's gaze narrowed, before moving towards Xaden. “Mind your words, mutt. Leave my girlfriend alone, and make sure your defective mate steers clear of me.” With those words, he tucked Sarah beneath his arm and steered her away from us.