Older Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

Journal entry 201 Dear Treadway I have started calling you Way. You do not seem very fond of it because you correct me every time l say Way saying it's Treadway. I do not listen though because I want to be someone you think about. Every time you hear Way anywhere else you think of me. Selfish aren't l? I try talking to you on certain occasions but you keep the conversations professional, most of the times l do the talking. Not that you have a habit of ignoring people but I think you just don't talk a lot, you are reserved

Damian said he wanted us to go on this trip now, that we were young and healthy, after listening to my former CEO talk about how he would love to go on a world tour after his wife recovers. His wife died a few weeks after the party. God bless her soul. Tomorrow is not certain, what we have is now. We should do all we can, in making it count. We bid our farewells to our friends and family before we took off. My mum and his mum would be taking care of Alex before we get back. "So Mrs. Anderson, now that we are alone, what do you need from me, name anything you need, and you will have it," Damian said seductively.

"No, not currently. He was only serious about one girl named Demi, she was the only one that he ever gave his heart to." "Why did they break up?" "Not sure about the full story but she went for someone else when Damien wasn't well established. From then he has never trusted any female fully no matter what happens." "I see," Raven replied trying to hide her disappointment, she really thought that he was interested in her but he was just a playboy who never committed. He didn't bother to hide that he was using the girls so he wouldn't give them false hope but that just sucked. If Damien didn't trust women, which meant he was not over his ex.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

Alpha Damien replied like he was speaking to an old friend. " How does it feel to be helpless? I promise you that searching for us is a waste of time. I can only be found when I want to. Your friends can try their hacking prowess. I am way smarter than that." Wayne boasted and erupted into an evil laughter. " What exactly fo you want? Didn't you say you wanted Zeta. Where is Adrien?" " None of your business. Did you think I was going to truly return Adrien? I don't want to say it but that's fucking dumb." Wayne said.

Damian's brow furrowed. "What?" “Aren't they Matthew's bodyguards?” Damian didn't answer. He still frowned. “Could he be working for someone else?” Damian avoided admitting it. He still couldn't believe that his father could commit such a crime. “Perhaps, but you miss the chance. There is another person who claims to be your father's boss. His name is Luke Damant. He is an Omega who works as a manager at Excellor.” Bruce explained again. He started to feel sorry for Damian because he didn't know anything.

He couldn't resist them. She looked like his favorite puppy that died the next day; he brought it to the pack house, and that instant, he wished to pull her into a hug. "Get a fucking grip, Damien. It's not your first time having a Luna, and they've never been hurt under your watch," He whispered. But all his Lunas as well died under his watch. Damien groaned, pushing a hand through his hair as he continued to watch Emberlynn, who was now conversing with Roy and laughing at whatever he was saying.

Mean while in the Blue lake clan, Alpha Damian was in his office working on some documents when he heard a knock on the door, he raised hes head as the person entered the office A seventy five year old man and a seventy year old woman walked into Alpha Damian office and sat down on the chair oppsite him, Damian looked at them and pretended to be working on the file with him. The old man was Grand pa Laite and the old woman was Grand ma Laite, this old people were Damian grand parent, after the death of Damian parents, they both pratically raised Damian even though Damian was already the Alpha at a very young age when Grand pa Laite saw that Damian was ignooring them he picked his walking sti

“If you do that Jax you should forget we ever knew each other. I mean it. Delete my number. Stay away. Because if you turn him in after I stuck my neck out then we are done. Completely.” Damien was smiling now, this small crooked smile like he just won something. He leaned back against a stack of old boxes and crossed his arms. “Yeah Jax. Listen to Alex. We both know you would not want to burn that bridge.” Jax looked at me for a long second like he was trying to figure me out then he sighed heavily. “Fine. For now. But this is a bad idea Alex. You are going to regret it.” *** “Hey Mom, can we talk quick?” I said sitting next to her. My hands were still sweaty and I wiped them on my pants. “

He took a gander at the Pastor for Discretion, "Yoshua 'Sir Shot,' it has currently one month since the review request was given, however nobody has returned to Ruler City. Tell me, what news do you need to say?" Sir Projectile came from the Flynn Family and stood firm on his footing for quite some time. He had silver hair, an old face, and stood as of now with one foot inside the grave. He made a sound as if to speak, "Your Highness, your third sister Garcia Wimbledon still can't seem to reply. Your fourth sibling Roland Wimbledon has answered. That's what the letter said, when his kin are protected toward the months' end of the Evil spirits, he will think about his return… "