Vended To Don Damon Novels & Stories

“Still haven’t learned to leash your pet, I see.” Damon’s hands drop from my face like I’ve burned him. He turns, slow, controlled, but I see the way his fingers flex, the way his shoulders tense. “Donn.” Damon growls. “Reaper.” Donn’s smirk is audible. “Here to collect a soul, or just admire the view?” I finally look.

Damien took the courage to ask and Don gestured them to leave. Just as Damien was about to walk past him, Don grabbed Damien by the neck and held him to the glass walls. "You brought him here to see Ruby, right?" His husky voice sent shivers down their spine. "I…I…" Damien struggled to speak as he tried to fight off Don's grip on his neck. Bryce also tried to push Don away from them but they were not his match. "If I lose my favorite customer, you will pay." Don threatened before finally letting Damien off.

Damon leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he steepled his fingers. “Good,” he said, his smile returning. “Now that we’re all settled, let’s get to business.” The attendant returned with Charlotte’s wine, placing it delicately on the small table beside her. She took a sip, her movements slow and deliberate, as though she hadn’t just been raging at me seconds ago. Damon’s gaze locked onto mine. “Alex, I’m going to be blunt with you. Your father made a deal with me. A very lucrative deal for him, not so much for me.”

Damien sat on a sofa, his gaze shifting from Layla's face to fully focus on Cassius. "I'm a blacksmith. I heard you have a lot of vampires in your midst, and I want to trade here," Cassius explained. Damien remained silent, his gaze fixed on Cassius. "You will receive a higher percentage of all profits," he added. Damien stared at the floor, then slowly looked up, nodding his head with a smirk. "You must really think I'm a fool to lie to my face!" Damien bellowed, causing Cassius to shudder. "You have one last chance to tell me who you really are and who sent you."

I sit next to Damon as he introduces the rest of his people to me. I try hard to memorize the names and the faces, but I already know I'll fail miserably. In total, there are about twenty people. Not all live in the house, but in the neighboring houses too. The street is rented by Damon. Apparently, he opened a business with medicinal herbs and stuff like that when he first arrived in the city and it grew into a pretty profitable thing over time. His knowledge of plants from the rogues of the Amazonian forest helped him. That is how he met Diana, as she was a rogue healer in the first city he ended up in after running away. The rest came with time, happy to join his cause instead of being fo

Damisus pressed. Vince looked straight at Damon, who was smiling back at him. "We had an arrangement. He would give us information about valuable shipments, and we would hijack them. We would split the profits fifty-fifty." The courtroom erupted in shock. The eldest banged his table repeatedly, shouting for order. Tyla felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. She looked at Jonathan, whose face already wore a triumphant look. "I have evidence," Vince continued when the room quieted down. He looked at Damisus, who nodded and walked to the eldest with a folder of documents. "These are records of transactions between my group and Damon's accounts. There are also letters we exchanged di

But there he was, shamelessly playing with the money he choose over me… As soon as we arrived, everyone could sense how tense the environment became. Everyone's eyes were on Xavier Ford. I dee, he looked fierce and intimidating. His eyes were solely glued to Angelo. The old man said “Yes”. Then Xavier went ahead “Are you ready?" Xavier asked Angelo with an electric glance at each other “Yes I am and how much are you staking?" Angelo confidently.

And at the far end of the village, near a crumbling chapel with a collapsed bell tower, a single figure waited. Damon. He stood with his back to them, facing the chapel doors. His dark armor was gone, replaced by simple clothes. His hands hung at his sides, empty. When he heard them approach, he turned slowly. "You came." His voice was flat, empty, drained of all emotion. "I was not sure you would. I was not sure you would follow me after what I did." "Where are the others?" Lena demanded. Her hand rested on the hilt of her blade. "The ones who helped you attack our camp? The ones who killed our people?"

Damian gave me a few thrusts before he came undone. He hugged me tightly as I panted, tears falling down my eyes. “I love you” He whispered. A loud knock came in immediately. I stood up, gathered my things, and scampered into the bathroom. I peeped through the door as Adrain walked in “I can perceive Selene’s scent in here, what were you both doing?” He asked, squinting his eyes at Damian. Damian cleared his throat, saying “Why are you here?” He asked. He scanned the room before returning his gaze to Damian “Dorathus has been apprehended” My eyes widened.

For now. When I stepped back inside, Damon was shrugging into his jacket. “Where are you going?” I asked. “The market,” he said simply. “Your order.” I studied him. His tone was casual, but his eyes lingered a fraction too long. “Good. Collect it quietly. No couriers. No vans. I won’t risk our location being traced.” “Got it,” Damon said, giving a single nod before stepping out into the sun. And I waited. Alone.