Novel & Cerita Monster Prom Damien

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

Damien voiced out his theory and demand for an answer with his eyes glaring and observing the woman countenances as if her mood will change, and then he will catch her up in her lies. But the woman is so smart, she was mind reading their thoughts except for one person who she endeavours to mind read, but she received a backfire, and then she turns to look at him. He is no other one than Musk the Alpha of Redmond pack, is he a demon or a witch? Probably no. Damien draws out his sword from it sheath and strides toward her hastily.

He admired what Damien was doing amidst grief. " What are you waiting for? Track this number down for me. I need it in twenty minutes. They shouldn't have gone far." Damien murmured the latter part of the sentence. He wanted to be by Zeta's side all day, he wanted her to open her eyes. " Get out now." He repeated calm manner, which made Daniel's hands speed over the keyboard like lightning. He had to connect to his server at home and the tracking began. Damien wanted to call Alpha Paul. In times like this, one needed all the support he could get from people that have connections.

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

Damien sat slumped forward, blood crusting along his cheekbone, shirt torn open, exposing bruised ribs and a gash that still wept from where a neural extraction needle had grazed his spine. They wanted her. They all did. "Tell us where she is," the man across from him said calmly, holding a neural probe like a scalpel. "We know you're the key." Damien laughed, low and bitter. His voice was hoarse from hours of defiance. "You think I’d give her to ‘you’?” The man….known only as Rask - stepped closer, boots echoing in the damp silence. “She’s a threat to everyone now. You don’t know what she’s become.”

The time when monsters are most vulnerable. Damian's office light is on. I can see it from the hallway, a thin line of gold beneath his door. My hand finds the doorknob. Turns it. The door opens silently. Damian sits at his desk, head in his hands. He looks exhausted. Broken. The mighty crime lord reduced to a man drowning in his own guilt. Good. He should feel guilty. He should suffer. "Damian," I say quietly. He looks up. His eyes are red. He's been crying. The sight should move me, should create doubt, but all I feel is cold fury.

The air outside vibrated with menace. From behind the glass, Lola pressed her trembling fingers to the cool surface, straining to see through the dark. Shapes shifted between the trees tall, fluid, too deliberate to be deer or stray animals. Her breath fogged the window. Not people. Hunters. Damien moved like he’d done this a thousand times. No hesitation. No fear. Just lethal calculation as he stepped onto the porch, shoulders squared, eyes sharp. “Show yourselves,” he said into the night, voice carrying with a calm authority that didn’t need to be raised.

“I can come home whenever I want.” Damien set his glass down slowly and stood up. At 49, he was incredibly imposing, tall, powerfully built, with silver streaks in his dark hair that only made him look more commanding. He walked toward her until there was barely any space between them. Monalisa could feel the heat radiating from his body. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, then slowly down her body. “Wearing these tiny dresses, coming home smelling like another man’s cologne… Do you know how hard it’s been for me to hold back?”

Damien got to the living room and leaned over us, giving both Maria and I kisses on our foreheads. "Dada, bye bye" Maria says as she waved at him. He returned her wave with a smile. Then his eyes met mine. "I'll be fine, don't worry. If we need your help at some point, I'll call you" He says but I still wasn't reassured. Damien might be stronger than most people I know but he wasn't as shameless as Chester, and that's the biggest problem. Shameless people don't care how low they go in order to get whatever they want.

Familiar. “You can’t run from me, Kayla.” I turned toward the sound, and my stomach dropped. Damien stepped out from between the trees. His body glowed faintly beneath his torn shirt, veins of blue light crawling beneath his skin. His eyes, once warm and kind, were now cold and illuminated. He smiled faintly. “You shouldn’t have destroyed it. I could have saved us all.” Liam’s weapon hummed softly, charging. “You call this saving?”