Pokemon Damian Novels & Stories

Diablo said with a smile. The little girl went to her father, hiding from Damien. He paid her no attention to her and helped himself to a seat. “Did you find the name of the trader that sold the bomb. That’s the last piece of information I need to file a case.” Damien took out a file from the suit case he came with. “A case against this Debby?” Diablo raised a brow. “You’ve gone quite soft. Why not send some good men to beat her up? It won’t cost you a dime if you want me to help.”

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

Damian Kade — 1,999 points. The rest of the board listed other top players down to the 100th place. Damian’s name sat proudly at number three among Vereluxe’s best. Adrian stood silently, studying the scoreboard when Damian walked up beside him. “Surprised?” Damian asked, his voice filled with pride. “I’ve always been the top guy since day one. The real man of Vereluxe City.” He had spent most of his life playing this virtual game. He even trained in karate to improve his combat skills and rank higher.

This guy must be a descendent of Zeus. Damian has this dominating aura he carries with him. He is a fine, tall muscular, easy on the eyes kind of guy. I must confess, I have missed him so much. For a second there I wished we were alone. I long for his hands to touch me where they have touched before. I never really see him this angry before. "Why are you trying to replace me so quickly?" He finally spoke, his voice so perfect as his questions almost turned music to my ears. "I am asking you a question what are you doing with him and why did you agree to go out on a date with a total stranger" he asked.

“ No , I am not seeing anyone at the moment . “ said Damian looking away from his mother’s eyes . “ Don’t lie ! I have all the proof that my people sent me on the phone , you…. “ said mr Adam a bit annoyed but when his wife glared at him he smiled . “ My dear son ! “ said mr Adam with a smile . “ ………Creepy ! “ said Damian in a low tone when hearing his father address him in such a caring way . ‘ You brat ! ‘ thought mr Adam annoyed . He took out his phone and showed Damian the photos of him and Antonio staying close to each other . ‘ …..Despite being an old man , I gotta give him some credit on the fact that he is quite quick at catching things and finding proofs . ‘ thought Damian with a ti

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"

“I’m sorry… I went for a run and I was testing my powers to see if I had any and then the Yokai showed up…” “Hey.” He looks up at me. “It’s ok. I’m sorry, I didn’t know that happened.” “I’m sorry that I’m in here with you, you’re probably so embarrassed. I know I am.” Damian looks so sad. I can tell that he didn’t want to come to me like this but he had no choice. Whatever happened to him in the woods, I’d figure it out for him. Poor guy must be so embarrassed. But actually he didn’t look that bad! I can see his muscles peeking out from his torso. He had the body of a Greek warrior. I only got a glimpse of his lower half but from what I saw, he looked hot!

Damian stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at Orpah, saying in a calm manner, "My name is Damian Luther." When Orpah heard his name, her expression changed at once. She exclaimed, "You're Damian Luther? The person who killed Black Bjorn and Albin White?" Damian nodded indifferently at her and said, "Yes, I killed them. So what?" Orpah's expression wouldn't stop changing. In the end, she grinned cynically at him and said, "You killed two out of the Four Fighters. You're pretty ruthless, aren't you?

Asher answered, pointing at Etiennette, who was struggling farther away. "You're a ruthless one." Damian smiled. He wrapped his arms around the four pretty girls he brought along and looked afar to the artificial lake. He could only see a dog attacking a woman frenziedly but could not see the woman's face since there was so much splashing of the water. "I have a lion at home. If someone poisoned my lion, I'd let the lion eat them too. People like this should die…" Damian said leisurely.

“So, are you going to introduce yourself one last time before we change your identity and send you off to Italy?” For the first time, he smiled. It wasn’t wide, not smug—just small, tired, like a man letting out a secret he’d been holding too tightly. He took the glass. “My name is Damian.” I repeated it under my breath, tasting it. “Damian.” I tilted my head, studying him the way I might study a chess piece before deciding where it fit on the board. “And who, Damian, is the person that has it out for Harvest Bloom?”