Older Damian Wayne Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damian I brought Ophelia to one of the rooms and told her to rest then made my way to the bottom deck. We only had a few more hours before we would be ready to leave Russia and finally go home. When I walked onto the deck, I saw Mitch talking to Oliver and Noah. "Hey Boss." "Damian, how's your shoulder?" "It's good. I'm sorry about Jax. What happened?" "Yeah, me too. But Nathan and Oscar missed a sniper and Jax was killed when he came from behind one of the containers."

Damian’s hand found the back of my neck, fingers hooking gently into the O-ring of the collar. “He’s been pulling strings from the shadows the whole time,” he said quietly. “Your father didn’t just leave you. He positioned you. Used you as leverage against me from the beginning.” I felt sick. “He trained you?” Damian’s jaw tightened. “Years ago. Before Apex. Before the scar. He was the one who taught me how to control people. How to break them. How to own them. I thought he was dead too.” The room felt smaller. The fire crackled, but the warmth didn’t reach me.

Tears pressed behind my eyes, uninvited. “You don’t have to be perfect,” Victoria said. “Not for me, Not for him.” I bit my lip. If she knew the truth, the investigation, the stolen files, the lies… would she still hold my hand like this? I doubted it. To distract myself, I asked, “Did Damian tell you he’s been under pressure lately?” She exhaled slowly. “More than he admits. His father’s old partners want him to mirror the old system. They don’t understand that he’s trying to rebuild Vale Global differently.”

How did it get to this? “Since Connor is out then maybe he wasn’t home when they came.” Damien hoped. He knew his cousin had issues with these kinds of situations and wouldn’t hesitate to release dogs. He finally got to his estate and was relieved to see no one waiting for him at the gate. Just then the talk show lady said. “Connor Williams Wade. He had harassed reporters.” Damien stopped his car in front of the gate, then rested his head on the steering wheels. “Why? Connor why?”

Wayne looked at her and shake his head negatively as he walked to sit next to her on bed. "Are you gonna tell me then?" "Damon... He was my highschool sweetheart and my best friend." "Oh.." Wayne mouthed and while Diana waited to hear him say something else, Wayne didn't. "Is that all you can say?" "I dunno what to say." Wayne chuckle and face palm himself. "That my brother is your Ex?" Diana didn't say anything. "We will be going back to New York tomorrow. You should get some sleep, I need one too." Wayne said and climb on the bed , covering himself with a duvet.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

in front. I walked beside him. Kai and Wulfric flanked us. We dragged something behind us. Or rather, someone. Kai was dragging the limp body of High Elder Vane by his golden robes. Vane was alive— barely. He was drooling, his eyes vacant, his mind wiped clean by Leo’s touch. We stopped at the edge of the drilling platform. A mercenary captain stepped forward. He looked at Vane’s body. He looked at Damian. "Where is the High Elder?" the captain demanded, raising his rifle. Damian didn't draw a weapon. He stepped up to the microphone stand that Vane had used earlier. He tapped it. Thump-thump. The sound echoed through the crater speakers. "The High Elder has retired," Damian said. His voice

Liam interrupted, and Damian's gaze shifted towards Liam again, who stood by my side with a self-satisfied smirk, and a knot formed in my stomach. At this point, I was getting nervous, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on the upper side of my head from this sudden and unexpected confrontation. The air thickened with an unspoken history, and I braced myself for the storm that seemed imminent. "Anyway, you don't have to answer that, Ruby," Liam said, noticing my speechlessness. "Meet Damian, an old acquaintance who was once under my care back when we were training to become alphas at the werewolf academy. He was young and calm, but after he lost Ava, he lost it and changed into a monster

Our paws flew through the darkening woods, and I had sorted through everything that had happened on the way. By now, I'd be stupid if I still couldn't figure out who was the turncoat in the capital. Based on Talon's report, Damian had disappeared before I arrived. That b*sdard had worked with Soren to put on this show. Not surprising. I was quite sure that even Romero must have figured out that his Beta wasn't loyal to him or his daughter. Damian didn't care about his Alpha– maybe he wanted to become an Alpha of the islands himself.

It was his most dreaded enemy. "What are you doing here?" Dan asked his brother, Damian. Damian pointed the hose in his direction as the water attempted to pour out on Dan. Dan immediately jolted and ran to dry ground. "What the hell?!!" He shouted out loud, "are you out of your mind?" He asked his little brother. Damian smirked. He continued to pour water around the compound. Dave was burning and begged to be helped but Damian allowed him burn. He burnt to the ground. The fire had soon quenched as Damian dropped the hose and jumped down from the roof.