The Damelios Novels & Stories

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

"Dominixe...?" Dameta chuckled bitterly. "See you again, Papa... I am going to kill you again for the second time around." She smiled menacingly. "I, Dameta, am the seventh daughter of the Moon Goddess, and the Goddess of Time shall return Valerian Leveaux the day before it has all begun." That was the last thing I heard before Dameta grabbed me.

His very perfect plan had been going well, even his alliance with Bloodfang Pack, until that monster decided to take a foreign bride. Damiel wanted her out. No, he wanted her removed from existence, and as he watched Conrad speak, his gaze darkened with new-found purpose. In the face of death and despair, we will see what lies beneath your facade, little ice princess. Damiel’s lips curved, devilishly. **** Meanwhile, away from the villages and towns, away from the House Greyson and its chaotic night visitors, Regaleon stood atop the eastern tower, clothed in black, watching the distant horizon.

“ Antonio , are you seriously asking me to be your servant ? “ asked Damian . “ As I said , I am not forcing you . You can leave but you will never appear in my life again . If you do , believe it or not I will make Angelo , your one and most likely only son to be born in this world , hate you to the core by telling him everything you did to me . “ said Antonio with a calm expression and serious look with a harmless smile which in reality was way more dangerous than anything on this world . “ I should have known that you would make things difficult for me . Maybe that’s the reason why I find you so interesting in the first place . “ said Damian with a smile . “ So , what is your answer ? “ s

“Talk to my father alone, when no one else hears it. If Cesare is involved, we don’t know who else will be.” “I’ll handle it,” Damian said, then added, “oh and we’re bringing Demetrius with us. Is his departure still confidential?” That hit different. Demetrius Theodorou. That snake had been playing on both sides for years. Feeding the Familia intel on the Camorra, while acting as our enforcer. Damn good enforcer too. Everyone thought he was loyal. That makes him dangerous, a real threat… but not untouchable. “I’ll deal with him later,” I said. “Just get to Vegas. I’ve got a party bus waiting at the airport. Stocked with champagne, a dirty stripper pole and Britney Spears playing. Thought I’

“It happens.” “Since when? Last I checked, you’ve been a vault since Isabel died.” Damian’s jaw tightened just slightly at the mention of his late wife, but his eyes didn’t waver. “That was then. This is now.” Lennox narrowed his eyes, a mix of curiosity and concern creeping in. “Who is she?” Damian didn’t hesitate. “Ximena Antonio.” Silence stretched between them for a full five seconds. “Wait—*the* Ximena Antonio?” Lennox asked, clearly stunned. “As in Miguel Ricardo’s ex-wife? That Ximena?”

Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”

“I’m yours.” Damien pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from me with ugly satisfaction. He stroked my hair almost tenderly as Victor rose to leave, the deal between them clearly concluded. The new Elara belonged to Damien Voss completely,,, my body, mind, and soul.

he tells her. “What kind of rules?” she asks “I will always avail myself when needed, but you cannot call me. I’m the only one who’s allowed to call you.” “You said you are not married,” Raven says to him. Damon was suspicious; he said he was not married, yet he was telling her not to call her. “There’s just a lot of danger around me, and my priority would keeping you safe. Might not make sense now, but let's agree on that,” Damon tells her.

Call me disgusting, cruel or whatever because I am everything that Humans hates. Darcy goes to the Alpha Xandier who is looking at her with admiration and respect. He holds her hand and shouts out to his pack "This is your Luna, my queen and my mate" The whole of the pack sits on their knees and bow to their queen. Darcy smiles proudly. This is the moment she has been waiting for and this is making her feel proud and she is feeling out of the world right at the moment. The Alpha pulls her closer and kisses her infront of the pack. Darcy kisses him back with equal vigour. They both break the kiss and look at the pack.