Sino Si Padre Damaso Novels & Stories

No one answered. Because someone had been maintaining the clock. Waiting. For years. Damian walked towards the fireplace. Above it hung an old family portrait. His grandfather. His grandmother. His father. And... A little girl. He froze. "I don't understand." Amara joined him. "Who's she?" Damian shook his head. "There wasn't a daughter." "My father was an only child." Michael stepped closer. His eyes widened. "I know her." Samuel looked at him in surprise.

He'd dressed deliberately tonight and I noticed because I noticed everything about him always. "Ethan," Simon said. His voice was perfectly even. Ethan crossed the room and shook his hand without hesitation. "Mr Laurent. Good to finally meet you properly." They shook hands and I watched Simon's jaw work for exactly one second before the mask locked back into place. "David speaks highly of you," Simon said. "He's biased," Ethan said pleasantly. "I'm his son." Mom laughed. Simon's mouth curved slightly, the controlled almost-smile that meant nothing and everything.

As the shock of Damien's revelation settled, an astonishing transformation took place within the room. My father, his eyes twinkling with joy, stepped forward with a heartfelt smile. He wrapped me in a warm embrace, his pride for me overflowing. "My dear daughter,” he beamed, "I'm so happy for you. Welcome, Mr. De'Luca, to our home. I'm David Locke Amina’s father.” Damien accepted my father's warm welcome graciously, extending his hand in courtesy. Their exchange was marked by a mutual respect and understanding, intertwining their lives in this newfound connection.

Jake "Whoever he was, he will be punished!" Shit! Looks like Zelda has told him all that happened in the Dolph Store. Why can't she just keep her mouth shut. "Jake," the door opened and my father stepped in looking extremely pissed. His eyes were like a lava as he stepped in. "Do you know his name?" I got to my feet as soon as he came inside. My father's anger is something I never want to experience ever again. His fury is like a volcano eruption.

Alpha Damon nodded his head. "She's Olivia, she will be my mistress from today. Prepare a room for her in my quarters and assign a maid to assist her" he instructed. "Yes Alpha" "And also, get enough dresses and anything she might need for her" he added. The well-built man bowed and disappeared. I could only stare at them till he was out of our sight, he is handsome but scary at the same time. Who is he though? "Beta Luca, that was Beta Luca" Alpha Damon answered. I was forced to cover my mouth with my left hand since my right hand had been confiscated by him.

I cried out immediately. The man turned to me calmly. “My daughter is being childish.” Merilyn froze before clutching his arm. “They’re hurting my man!” Her father flicked her forehead. “Your groom-to-be. But he never will be. Now, watch me.” He turned to Elijah. “You dealt with him earlier than I expected, brother.” “What—?” “Brother?!” He called Elijah brother. I wished my ears were playing tricks on me. But he clearly said it.

"And that lazy daughter of mine is still sleeping." She shook her head as she stepped aside, letting me in. "Come inside. Let me go wake her up." I hesitated for a second before stepping in. That’s when I saw him—Cynthia’s father. He was much younger than I had imagined. Not too tall, not too short. Not bad-looking either. He was already dressed for work, standing near the dining table as he finished his breakfast. He turned to me with a small smirk. "So, you’re the famous Damian?" he said, eyeing me. "Well, it’s a pleasure to inform you that you’re notoriously and infamously known in this house for your… handsome traits."

Although it was a brief and light kiss, he poured his emotion into it and gave her an assurance that he would return. Damien ran into the throne room, shoving more rogues away from him and ignoring the fights around him. His body tensed up, and his teeth gritted. How dare they attack him and kill off his members as though they were mere goats?! He regretted being friends with Mark. He had definitely given them the tips to do as they desired. He was the curse of all that was happening, and he wished he could resurrect Mark and kill him over again, just to show he had more power over him.