Monster Prom Damien Novels & Stories

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"

"I'm downstairs, right below your office. Let's die together, and the Goddess will let us be reborn again. I won't make the same mistakes next time, I swear!" I walked to the window and looked down. Sure enough, there was Damien. He was in a wheelchair, but his legs had been fitted with mechanical prosthetics. "You're insane," I said calmly. "I'm not insane! I've never been more clear!" he cackled. "Wait for me. I'm coming up for you right now!" Ten minutes later, my office door was smashed open. Damien stormed in on his mechanical legs, a silver dagger clutched in his hand.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

Amidst this awkward silence, Damien spoke up darkly, “You better look out for her in the camp site.” “O—Of course,” Andre let out a dry smile. “We are in this together. I know that. I will do my best to keep Gamma Aurora safe.” “You better be.” Damien walked up to him and looked down at his panic-stricken face with an intimidating gaze. “My initial plan was to abduct you to the middle of nowhere and torture a fucking answer out of you,” Damien said coldly. “Those little torments that you got from Danton…those are nothing compared to what I had in mind.”

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

The warlock shrieked behind him, and Damien was startled by how close the man had gotten to him, without him even knowing. “Ameris? The ancient witch?” Dan spoke up boldly, scoffing at the mere thought. “There is no Ameris here, now go away. And you,” he turned to Damien. “I can’t believe that you’re pussy enough to get help from a warlock. It means that you were too intimidated by us, huh?” He mocked, but Damien ignored him. He would be dead soon, so there was no point in bantering with a walking dead person. Instead, his eyes were trained on the woman cowering beside Dan in his presence. From the looks alone, Damien had deduced that she was Cassandra’s mother already.

“Is there any one who would like to challenge Beta Kendra Silvercrest for the position of Beta?” A tall, burly, full bearded giant of a man stepped forward, shaped like a sumo wrestler, but surprisingly agile for a man his size. Damien was his name, and once Killian’s eyes chanced in him, a silent snarl escaped his lips, for Damien was one of the notorious wolves who ran in the pack, but he was a valuable asset to the pack, and had never really blantantly gotten out of line until now. You want to know the funny part?

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava