Son Of The Devil Damien Novels & Stories

But with what happened tonight, Bernard would see him as a midnight pervert. "You're right. I was seducing your daughter," Damien replied. Edward nearly fainted. Who admits to things like this?! "You! Who are you?!" Bernard scowled, his eyes shifting to the tattoos on Damien's forearms. This guy has too many tattoos. Is he with the Mafia? I can't let my daughter go with any men that do illegal things. He'll have to cross over my dead body if he wants my daughter! "Mr. King," Damien said politely, giving him a slight bow. "I'm Damien D'Augstino."

, he yapped and wiped off the lone tear that left his eye harshly, "Only if you had permitted me, I would have straightaway dug out the whole truth from her and-" "Your ham-handed ways are what sets me off, Matt." David finally lost his composure and screeched. He was done explaining to him. "Let bygones be bygones. She served herself on the silver platter. That witch is willing to douse the fire that is burning in your heart for ages. So, just-" "WHO ARE YOU??" The father-son duo flinched hearing a raging growl. One of the guards spotted a bulky figure on the third floor who was none other than Damien.

I said to distract her and because she smiled. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek. “That sounds like a plan.” *** “We found more information on Damien. Apparently, he is in the States. He lives in a small town in Wyoming.” Lorenzo said, showing me the screen to show me a file with the information that he had on Damien. “He looks like any normal guy,” I muttered. Now, I understand why his face was so familiar to me. He looked like my father and, by default, shared some features with me. I hated him so much.

The owner of the voice sounded so worried yet made me feel so warm and I looked over to see a blurry Elizabeth, but I then smiled before everything went black. Damien woke up and blinked, "ugh..I-I'm alive?" A hot towel was then put on his neck, and he gritted in pain. He looked over and saw Elizabeth cleaning another towel in a small bucket, he smiled a bit and she noticed he was awake Her face however went from happy to sad to very mad, -uh oh- he thought in his head. She flicked his nose and said "you Baka!! Why did u take her on alone!? You had me worried!? And you scared my brother half to death!!" He snickered and said "I worried you? Thought you didn't care~" She made a fist at him a

Damien boomed his voice over the phone which startled Rojas in his seat. Damien was 26 years of age but his dominance was more than his age and he was feared by many people. He had a tough and rough childhood. His mother died of cancer when he was just 5 years old. His father always locked himself inside his room since his wife's death. He became lonely and soon fell terribly ill. He slipped into a coma and came out after four years. He was mute and on a wheelchair. Damien hated his father for not being there for him and protecting him as a child. Cian, his uncle took over and made Damien the ruthless demon he was today. He began to join the company at age 16 and under Cian's influence, he g

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

His father tried talking some sense to him. " I thought you'd be proud, you made me like this. Isn't this what you wanted a killing machine " His father shaked his head he knew he couldn't reason with Damian he was too possessed. His handsome son looking at him with his green eyes which had very emotion. Damian no longer had a soul and he was incapable of loving or being sympathetic.

The secretary looked horrified. “John.” Damien called calmly. The noise died down and the man turned to him with raised eyebrows. “What? Did you just call me by my first name?” “I did.” Damien tilted his head. “Isn’t that what my father and mother calls you? That’s your name, right…” Mr. John’s teeth gritted in displeasure. “You’re not your mother or father…” “I’m very much aware, John.” Damien stood up. “I am their son. The best of them. But also the worst of them.”

He disclosed to me . "I'm sorry, " I pited him.. "It's okay but I swear that I didn't do anything". He bought out the topic at hand. And I used that chance and asked him about where he worked and who he worked for.. Damien took sometime In processing my question but after he did, I was told about his dealings with a man he called " The devil". Everyone knows about who the devil was called but the question is, how does his existence come to do with my business..

No drama. Just silence. But Damien knew. Something deep inside of him shifted that day. Like someone had pulled the ground from beneath him. He had a son. And he couldn’t have him. He told no one. Not even his closest men. Because what kind of father would he be? He ran a syndicate that reached from London to Dubai. His name was whispered in corners, followed by fear. The kind of fear that drew blood and left ashes behind. He was rich. Powerful. Feared. But none of that mattered when it came to children. His child.