Pokemon Damian Novels & Stories

all shouted back unanimously, just like a well trained pirate squad would. “Okay then,” Damian replied to them, stretching the biggest grin across his face. Lowering his voice, he addressed his youngsters with the tenderness of a father. “Pup pirates, I would like to introduce you to my mate, Shaylin. She is a strong warrior herself. Not even I could take her,” he winked at Shaylin who giggled at this.

A challenge to his Pakhan’s claim. He spoke quietly into his comms, his voice a low murmur. "Pakhan, the situation has escalated." *** Damian appeared in the doorway moments later. He was dressed in simple black slacks and a form-fitting grey t-shirt that did nothing to hide the lethal power in his frame. He looked less like a CEO and more like the predator she knew him to be. He didn't glance at the roses or the untouched breakfast. His gaze was a physical weight, cold and analytical, and it locked directly onto the serpent bracelet in Ava’s hands.

He said, "I approve of your relationship with Ariel . I will reject her as my mate after the war as I have already told her, and then Elle and I can continue with our relationship." Damien's words really surprised Alex . Was this really the Damien he knew? He might have been another one because the main Damien, the one that Alex knew would never act like this. He would never speak in a tone as calm as this while talking about a sore topic. He would never have forgiven Alex so easily like that especially with the terrible fight they'd had the other day. What surprised Alex the most was that Damien, a highly possessive person, would be willing to give up his goddess given mate to another man a

"I know Mr. Knight and trust me she is one of the best fighter, even your men don't stand a chance against her, I know what I am doing, she is more than perfect for this job, if you don't believe me test her." Renzo replied back, Damian released a frustrated sigh... "One of the strongest, huh?... Fine but if she fails you will face my wrath, you understand me..." Damian threatened him... "You can kill me if you want, if she fails..." He said confidently and Damian narrowed his eyes, this is the first time he heard Renzo speaking so confidently about one of his student, he didn't even bragged like this when he hired Ashton. He disconnected the call... "Jack order our best 15 fighters to gathe

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

I was dying of embarrassment at that moment. "Actually, Princess, Damian is not afraid of dogs. He's just afraid that he will eat them; that's why he rather stays away from dogs," Rai told me. He WHAT?! Damian eats dogs?? I turned slowly to look at Damian, but before I could look at him, Rai pulled me toward him and pressed my face onto his chest.

**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

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.

“You’ve been creaming your panties for me every day at work. Now cum on my fingers like the dirty girl you are.” His words made her clench hard around him. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, but moans kept escaping. “Damon… someone might hear…” “Let them. I want the whole city to know that my assistant screams for me.” He added a third finger, stretching her. “Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “You,” she gasped, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand. “It belongs to you, Damon. Please—” “Please what?”

God, I missed my job. I glanced at the images: the afternoon sky, a lush garden, a mountain view, a decorated hall…then Jace and a woman on a stage, a brand-new car in the next photo. Wait…Jace? I swiped back furiously. “Uhm…Damien? Where did you get this?” My voice was cautious, trembling. “Yeah. At the birthday party. He’s Ariana’s fiancé,” Damien replied casually. “Okay… No wait. What?” I shot up from the bed, panic flaring. It can’t be…