Yandere Damian Wayne X Reader Novels & Stories

Rylan said coldly, pointing at Damian. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through me.” “My Luna can not be under a pathetic rogue. Surely she's not stooped so low," Damian said arrogantly. "Being with you was the lowest she could ever go, and you call her your Luna after everything you've done to her?" Rylan retorted. I’ll enjoy tearing you apart with my fist,” Damian sneered, his eyes blazing with fury. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for too long.”

I. He rose from the ground and grabbed my wrist. "Don't act out, we're already one step from getting fully married. Don't be stupid." He was stronger than me, and so he was able to hold me down. Or so I thought. One moment I was about to yield, and the next, I had my claws in his chest. My claws had never come out before. "Fuck!" Dame's screamed as the pain seared through him. He fell to the floor clutching his bloodied chest, and father started walking towards us. Including Dame's father who was already drawing his sword.

When I came out, I found Bree sitting exactly where I left her—but her brows were furrowed, and she was staring hard at my phone like it had just told her a secret she didn't want to hear. "What?" I asked, walking back toward the bed. She slowly turned the screen to face me. "Who is Damian?" My heart jumped into my throat. I barely glanced at the screen before I snatched the phone from her hand. A text, bold and unread, glowing up from the screen. Damian: Couldn't stop thinking about how tight you felt around me last night. My desk still smells like you. Come ruin it again. My face flushed hot. Bree blinked at me, her expression serious. "Wait... Damian as in Damian Wolfe?"

"Or would you like me to strip here to prove that I am not the woman named Camila you speak of?" Damian took a step back, his face deathly pale. Is it possible I’m truly wrong? Could my guilt be creating this illusion? he thought. Yet his heart kept screaming that this woman was his wife. "I will prove it," Damian said in a heavy voice full of both threat and desperation. "I will find out who you really are, Sheina Blake." Sheina smiled, and this time her smile looked almost pitying. "By all means, Mr. Xavier. Spend your money on that. Meanwhile, I will continue to create works that remind the world how fragile people like you truly are."

He looks at her but it isn't the face of someone being seduced "I was talking to you Tiffany, what's the meaning of this shitty performance your putting on have you no self respect?" Tiffany looks shocked "but alpha she's just an Omega nothing more but she's also a stalker". He looks at her with an icy gaze and untangles his hand from hers with force causing her to stumble, her phone gets knocked out of her hand and falls. Damien bends down to pick it up and as he does he accidentally puts on the phone and the look etched on his face is own of utter disgust, he turns the phone to face all of us "really Tiffany so whose the creep and dreamer now huh?".

This was arousal. "No," Eve breathed. "Just... feeling you." Damian's hand continued downward, following the path his brush had just painted. When he reached the curve of her ass, he squeezed gently. Mark her, Kane demanded. Bite her. Make her understand that she belongs to us. "Not yet," Damian murmured, but his hand slid between her legs to find her already wet. Ready. He didn't enter her....not yet. Just stroked her slowly while she held her position, didn't move, completely at his mercy.

His own ribs were still healing, every breath painful, but he refused to move away from her. “You almost did,” Serena replied softly. “But I couldn’t let Elara stay trapped inside that thing. She deserved peace.” Damien finished wrapping her wound and leaned down to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “You are the strongest person I have ever known. In over a century of existence, I have never met anyone like you.” Confessions in the Dark They stayed intertwined on the warm stone floor of the Nexus, too exhausted to move, too emotionally raw to sleep. Kael spoke first, his voice rough and low.

“Urgghh!!! Fuck, Ryker! Her mouth is really hot! So fucking hot!” “Hot? Oh, Alex... you think that mouth is hot? Then you need to fuck her pussy! You need to be in the pussy of this sweet bad slut....” Damian pulled his mouth away from her wet, swollen nipple with a loud, wet pop. His cock was heavy and swollen now, painfully hard in ways that left her shaking. His chest heaved, his eyes dark and completely unhinged as he looked down at Kira’s ruined face. “She doesn't get to choose who is inside her anymore,” Damian groaned, his thick baritone cutting through her muffled whimpers.

Leonard snapped, “that you decided to kill her? To take her away from me? Is that why you gave her the gun she used to end her own life?” That did it. Damian snapped violently, his restraint shattering. “Yes!” he yelled, his voice breaking through the room like a gunshot. “Yes, I once harbored inappropriate feelings for Annalise!” Leonard froze. “And yes,” Damian continued, his voice shaking with fury and something dangerously close to grief, “it was Elisa’s resemblance to Annalise that made me fall in love with her at first sight. I won’t deny that. I won’t pretend otherwise.”