Private Desmond Doss Novels & Stories

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

Children or not, they were lethal when let loose. She had heard of Desmond Sr. more times than she can account for. He was a neurosurgeon and his wife an experimental psychologist. Both started as healers in their pack before going to earn their degrees. Her father liked him, Silas not so much. Maybe he was a good person, making the best out of nothing. Because if someone was equally hated and loved, they had to be doing something right. Except, all his righteous work meant nothing since they birthed an abomination like Walter Desmond, or before making his name an infamous slogan, Desmond Jr. The book further read:

“I just got here, and you’re already lecturing me.” “I’m not lecturing,” she replied lightly, though the sarcasm returned. “Just offering… suggestions.” I rolled my eyes, ready to dismiss her, but CJ spoke again—this time, her tone shifting. “By the way,” she said, almost casually, “I heard something interesting. The Cosmo Company collapsed. Maine invested in it recently, didn’t she?” I froze. Everything inside me seemed to halt. Cosmo Company, which belongs to Brianna, Bryle's older sister. The connection hit me all at once.

When she left, I immediately wrapped a washcloth around the dagger and placed it behind my back. I did look like a princess, but not waiting for my prince charming. But my nightmare is waiting for me. Another maid was standing outside the door who was probably waiting for me. “My lady, please come with me.” She said politely, not daring to raise her head. STRANGE! It was totally strange how she was addressing me so politely because demons hate angles as far as I know. Then why? She showed me the way to the master bedroom of Dimitri. As I kept walking, I was slightly shaking.

We get back to the Wolversons, and walking in we go through to the living room, Emmi looks up at us shocked, moving she takes everything off the table for D to put Daisy on it. As he places her down the doctor is there, going to remove the drape. D quickly moves, punching him and it takes it all to drag him away from the doctor. I stand in front of him. “He needs to clean the stabs and stitch her! Don’t fucking kill him!”

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

My heels clicked nervously against the marble floor as I walked down the long hallway toward the corner office. The door was already open. I stepped inside. Damien Voss sat behind his massive oak desk like a king on his throne. Thirty-eight years old. Sharp jawline. Broad shoulders filling out his tailored black shirt. Dark hair with a few silver strands at the temples. He looked like sin wrapped in expensive clothing. He didn’t look up from his laptop immediately. “Close the door,” he said. I did “Lock it.” My fingers trembled as I turned the lock. Click

Did he not know that Haniya was a nice lady? "Ned was also single, so who was he to give Desmond advice?" Desmond grumbled in his heart. He then looked at the information in his hand and felt depressed. This man looked like a good candidate. He was so good that he felt it was an eyesore. "After that Desmond then returned to Dark Night Empire's headquarters. He immediately gathered a few men and gave them the man's information before saying, ""I don't care what method you use. This person must stay busy in the hospital this afternoon so he can't leave. Can you do it?"""

She still remembers the moment she got to know that he bought the bakery and that he is her boss, she saw in this same appearance. The black suit looked good on him, it as like the colour was specially made for him. So handsome yet so dangerous. He was Maddox Dasher, after all. Nobody knows what runs in his powerful mind, she just knows that he is fierce. "Mrs Dasher, you are sitting on my seat..." he stood there, his gazes so deep that made her heartburn. Many flames were rising inside her. "You can sit there..." she gestured to the opposite seat...the one where the clients sit.