The Damelios Novels & Stories

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He says, making my hair stand on ends. Can Roman really be that diabolical?. ###############$$

"Isabelle Dela Cruz, Ascend Services!" Damian’s chest tightened, a quiet sob escaping his lips. She had won. She had done it. A small, painful smile crept across his face, a raw, emotional expression he hadn’t felt in months. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shout. He wanted to tell the world how proud he was of her. But he was a ghost. He was a silent, unmoving presence, a man who had chosen to disappear. He was a spectator to his own masterpiece.

she introduced herself, her voice smooth and commanding, "and this is Tamar." Damien shook her hand firmly, his own demeanor polite but tinged with curiosity. "Damien," he replied, his voice steady. "One of Zeke's lovers." Zeke wrapped an arm around Damien's waist in a show of pride, pulling him closer as he nodded toward Tamar. "Say hi, Tamar," Imelda prompted, and Tamar waved with a bright, "Hi there!" her eyes sparkling with interest.

"I really want to go back to sleep, Em." "Damiem posted about you." Emily grinned. Melissa frowned. "Where? He promised he wasn't going to do anything crazy." "On his website." She frowned even more. "Damien has a website?" "He does. Have a look." Em passed her phone to her sister. Melissa collected the device and came face to face with Damien's website. DROLAS.COM. He posted a picture from their engagement on Saturday. Melissa was smiling with her eyes closed while Damien placed a kiss on her forehead. The caption read, "I love you more than life itself."

So we had to strike first. Damien’s fingers tapped the map, landing on a marked location. “Elias operates from three key locations. But his headquarters—the real stronghold—is here.” A warehouse in the city. He continued. “He’s careful. Always moving. But he returns to this base to regroup.” Leo exhaled. “You’re suggesting we attack his stronghold with six people?” Damien’s lips curved slightly. Not a smile. A warning. “I’m suggesting we burn it to the ground.” Aurora’s POV

*************** Callous walked towards Damien who was chatting with a few high ranking officials. "Your highness we have a problem..." Callous whispered into Damien's ears as he bowed to the other official. "Pardon me...i have some business to attend to.." Damien said with a smile as he left the ballroom with callous... his charming and gentle appearance was just a cover used to hide his vicious and ruthless side. "What is it..." Damien asked nonchalantly as his sliver eyes flickered from time to time. "Your highness Miss Madeline went into the south wing and princess Merka is missing..."

Getting rid of Alejandro Moretti was a win many in the business would celebrate — especially his number one enemy, Dino. — I understand what you’re asking. Now, I need to know the details — said Damián, walking toward the mansion’s interior. — What you want, Christopoulos, will come true. — he affirmed, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. Christopoulos looked pleased with the arrangement. He knew Damián Barragán never failed. Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about the woman who had once been his, and whose name alone ignited a fire within him he couldn’t understand.

Tempest asked; a black haired, dark skinned beauty who could mesmerize anyone with her face. Damien waited for the doors to be shut again before he answered. “I will be gone for the next two months. I have certain things to take care of.” “Does this have to do with your attack last night?” Demitri, I was learning, was the most trusted member within the group and Damien’s right hand. I’d heard rumors that they had been friends since they were kids, which means that Demitri just might be over eight hundred years old. “Yes.” Damien confirmed. “But I don’t want any of you involved in this fight.”

Even though the Elders would indeed try their best, they had barely been able to take down Selena, much less her creations. "Find her, no matter where she is in. In the air and wherever, find her and bring her to me," Damien ordered. "Yes, sir," Leo stated and walked towards the rest of Deltas. Damien turned to the Elders, "Do whatever you can do to bring the bitch to me." after all she'd done, he couldn't let her escape in that manner. Was he ignoring her? Emberlynn wondered. She had watched everything happen with wide eyes, from Selena chanting spells to her disappearing. Emberlynn doubted they would be able to find her, no matter how hard they tried.