The Damelios Novels & Stories

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

“To want is dangerous. To be wanted back is a war.” The envelope was sealed in black wax. It arrived on her breakfast tray in the Order’s guest quarters, balanced between a steaming pot of lavender tea and a croissant she wouldn’t eat. Dominique’s hands trembled slightly—not with fear, but with something hungrier. She cracked the seal. Inside was a single name, handwritten in sharp calligraphy: Damien Rios Alias: WolfEyes Requested Position: Submissive. Unmasked. Voluntary.

But as the shadows subsided, Clara could feel the obscurity inside of her battling back, standing up to the light's impact. When the last of the shadowy figures had been expelled, Mariam turned to Clara, her expression grave. “We need to talk,” she said, her voice overwhelming with meaning. “There's more at stake here than you realize.” The group assembled around Mariam as she clarified what had happened. After the fight within the abyss, Mariam had been captured by the entity's strengths and detained in a dimension of unadulterated darkness. There, she had been constrained to stand up to the true nature of the abyss and the entity that controlled it.

It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on dick but with time I got used to his questions. Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.

“in a few “ he led her to a particular spot and told her to take it off. Camila ripped it off and jumped in glee. “we have dolphins in our pool” roman nodded and pointed forward. He’d cleared a hiking trail for them at the back of the house, since the house was near a small bushy hill. Camila jumped up and down in happiness, pulling roman in for a kiss. “eww” Matias exclaimed walking in on them “wow, you have dolphins in you pool, I think imma move in with you guys, you always get the good stuff” “no your not” then the two of them broke into an endless argument.

This guy must be a descendent of Zeus. Damian has this dominating aura he carries with him. He is a fine, tall muscular, easy on the eyes kind of guy. I must confess, I have missed him so much. For a second there I wished we were alone. I long for his hands to touch me where they have touched before. I never really see him this angry before. "Why are you trying to replace me so quickly?" He finally spoke, his voice so perfect as his questions almost turned music to my ears. "I am asking you a question what are you doing with him and why did you agree to go out on a date with a total stranger" he asked.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

Alejandro and Theodore were still arguing when she raised a hand to get their attention. “I am going to call my informant so I can find out what is going on in my absence. Please, excuse me.” She moved to a far end of the office, bringing the phone to her ear. The call lasted for not more than a minute but in the end, she was smiling as she returned to Alejandro. “Some good news, at last,” Amelia waved her phone around to indicate that she had gotten the news from the call. “Damien is currently on vacation in the human world with his Luna and his children. The packhouse is empty as we speak.”

"I'm really hurt, Maeve. I can't shift like this. I thought we had more time." "More time for what, Troy? If that's even your real name—" "It is." "What is happening right now? What happened to Gemma?" My voice cracked as I said her name. I hadn't processed it yet. Everything that had happened within the last half hour was a total blur, only little fragments of memory floating around in my mind. But Gemma's screams were clear. They were still ringing in my ears. "Alpha Damian of Poldesse is invading. He's taking over Drogomor."