Novel & Cerita Wallpaper Anime Anya Dan Damian

Anastasia pouted dramatically but secretly shot a glare at Damien, who was laughing at his wife’s playful antics. Adeline, trying to focus, looked back at the phone screen. “I like this one with earthy tones and a jungle theme. It feels so calming.” Anastasia’s grin widened. “What a coincidence! I liked that one the most too.” _--------- A/N: Hey dear readers, please leave the review for the story.

At home Damian takes Anaya up the stairs but this time into his bedroom, laying her gently on the bed he looks at her with a strange emotion in his eyes, from her closed eyes and full lashes to her small nose and small plump lips to her lightly blushed cheeks all he could think about was wanting to touch her face, she was so pretty but the restraint he was putting up reminded him to not play with fire. Amaya broke into sweats and started twisting and turning in bed obviously uncomfortable, Damian who just came out of the bathroom after changing into a black shirt and grey sweatpants after changing his mind and deciding to stay home, noticed Amaya twist and turn uncomfortably.

Nudity isn’t a big deal in a werewolf pack, but my brother’s mate doesn’t need to see my goods right now. Tiberius frowned, obviously as thrilled by the interruption as I was. Rolling my eyes, I pushed my hair out of my face with a huff. I’m so not okay with this interruption. I will make sure André pays for this later. I need to get him out of here as fast as possible. He’s already ruined the moment, but I can still salvage it. “Princess Katrina, Delta Tiberius,” Darren bowed his head politely as he entered. “I am very sorry that André is well … André and barged in.” Darren apologized. I hope he’s okay with apologizing for my brother. He’ll do it a lot in their lifetime.

Damian held him close, lifting him up high and perching him on his shoulder, where Jamal let out a delighted laugh, swinging his legs like he was on top of the world. “And you, my sweet Anna…” Damian’s voice was a gentle murmur, thick with emotion as he reached out, his hand cupping her small, delicate face. His thumb stroked her cheek tenderly. “You’re so beautiful. Just like your mother,” he whispered, his voice catching as he took in her features. “But those eyes… those are mine.” Anna’s lips parted in a shy smile, her cheeks flushing as she looked up at him. Damian’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But no boyfriends for you until… let’s say… 2030, alright?”

Damian never said anything bad about Mama. He never acted cruel. He was kind to him. He bought him an island. He listened. So why did Adrik hate him? Why did Mama sound… hurt? And why was everyone acting like something bigger was happening? The anime ended. He didn’t notice. He kept staring at the screen. Thinking. Maybe Damian asked Mama out. Maybe she said no. Maybe Lysandra said yes. Maybe that’s why. He needed to ask.

Cove cut in fast, stepping into his line of sight. Damien smiled wider. “She should be. That face could start wars. Or end them.” Beside him, a figure glided forward like smoke over silk. Tall. Divine. Dipped in crimson silk. Luna Anya. Golden curls gleamed in the sun. Her lips were the shade of crushed berries. Her gaze was softer than Damien’s; but no less dangerous. And when she saw Cove? Her eyes lit like a match. “My, my,” she purred, fingers trailing the neckline of her dress, “Alpha Cove. You’ve filled out... nicely.”

Fear crashed over him like a wave…cold, suffocating, endless. ******* "Where is she?" Anya's voice was quiet now. That was worse than shouting. Damian tilted his head, still wearing that pathetic mask. "I don't know what you're talking about, Signora. I'm just an assistant…" "Cut the fake act and answer me." Anya stepped closer. "I know who you really are. You are not Damian. You were never Damian." Damian's face changed. The shyness dropped. The nervousness evaporated. His shoulders straightened. His eyes hardened.

“I can’t get the image of her having a wet dream about us from my head.” Damon nodded his attention on Anya Mancini. XXX

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

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