The Damelios Novels & Stories

“Of course I can! You don't know because I'm a rogue. You really can't feel our bond because you were pregnant with Theo's child. Your destiny is written, Damelza.” Damelza fell silent as she heard Daniel's explanation. She refuses to believe it because her destiny is to be with Theo. “I don't believe what you're saying. You are a bragging rogue!” Damelza snapped angrily. Then she walked away into the cave and left Daniel alone. “How do you know a rogue is a braggart? You don't know anything about rogues and are making vague assumptions!” Daniel shouted and managed to make the herd stare at Alpha.

“Is the chariot ready?” Sera nodded and we made our way to the entrance of the palace where the horsemen stood waiting for me, once I entered the chariot, Sera got in one behind me and we started off in the direction of Delington. Delington was the only place outside the palace grounds that the king allowed me to visit. It is where my mother’s home was. She used to stay there in the beginning period of their marriage until she had Emerson and they moved here permanently.

Crystal wanted to say something but didn't want to bother him, she played the music and started moving along with the rhythm. Damien could not look straight into her eyes. For some reason he was feeling guilty and felt he had betrayed her for almost sleeping with Delilah. Yes he couldn't sleep with Delilah after Crystal's name was mentioned. FLASH BANK. "Did you think about crystal?". Dagon asked. He knew that was the only way to stop Damien. If he sleeps with Delilah, both his demons will belong to her. The demons alone control half of his powers. "Crystal?". Damien thought.

“The sky just woke up.” Samuel looked at her. “Now what?” “Now,” she said, voice calm but electric, “we get into position and pray Tunde doesn’t try to improvise.” ……………. INT. CITADEL MINERAL OPERATIONS HQ – SURVEILLANCE BAY – NIGHT Rows of holographic monitors flicker in a cold, sterile room lit by harsh white LEDs. The Citadel emblem rotates slowly on the wall. The air buzzes with the hum of servers and data streams. A woman in a sleek dark uniform, OFFICER ADETAYO, leans over a projection table. Her eyes glow faintly with HUD overlays.

The cold glow of Amelia’s laptop screen illuminated her face as she scrolled through the intercepted email. Her heart pounded in her chest, each thump resonating like the chime of a warning bell as she reread the words. Each line sank in deeper, twisting like a dagger within her soul. Diego—her confidant, her childhood friend, her ally—had betrayed her in the most harrowing way. The message was clear, stark, and damning: “Maria, as discussed, Amelia plans to release the second wave of documents by the end of the week. I’ll ensure that the file containing the bank transfers never sees the light of day.”

She got burnt suddenly so, I immediately walk towards her and held her hand that was burnt but she pushed me so I sat on the floor. “What have you done!! What did you do to her huh?!!” Tito Rommel shouted angrily. “I didn’t do anything to her Tito-- “ My hand was shaking with fear because of his shout. “Liar!!” “Rommel, just bring Carmi to your room. I’ll take care of this.” “I said when you went to your room, didn’t I?!” “I was thirsty mom, so I went out of the room--“

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

“Don’t worry, pay it in. I’m raising a daughter you know.” Damien said. “Okay, and before I forget, I need you to look for someone for me. She goes by the name Jenna Marbles. She is involved in this case.” He dropped a picture of Jenna. Diablo wrote down the name then stared at it for a while. Jenna Marbles sounded familiar to him in some way. He didn’t know if it was the Marbles or the Jenna. He raised a brow. “I feel like I already know this person. Any other information you can leave?”

“Damian has fled the country. Private jet out of a small airfield near the Everglades three nights ago. He’s in Venezuela right now, under a false name. We have confirmed sightings.” Relief hit me first. “He’s gone?” “For now,” Bella said grimly. She clicked through several encrypted files. “But he’s not running away. He’s regrouping. I hacked into a shell account tied to one of his remaining associates. He’s planning something big from afar—hiring new mercenaries, liquidating assets, coordinating with whoever is left in his network here. He’s pissed about Derek and Victoria going down. He’s calling this ‘the final purge.’”

Elias murmured, his voice cracking slightly, stripping away the last vestige of his aristocratic composition. "Look at me, Elias," Damien commanded, his footsteps slow, heavy, and deliberate as he closed the distance between them. Elias turned, his back pressing against the heavy glass door as Damien crowded into his space, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit. The proximity was instant combustion, a slow-burning fire that made the corporate war outside the glass completely irrelevant. Damien didn't hesitate. His large, calloused hand came up, his fingers tangling roughly into Elias’s dark hair, his thumb anchoring the sharp line of Elias’s jaw with a fierce, possessive devotion