Young Master Damien's Pet Novels & Stories

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

I ran my fingers over his head and said softly, "I'll talk to the principal about pulling you out today. Then, we'll head to Grandma's." Damian nodded, his face lighting up. "Can I get a dog at Grandma's? Just a small one." Walter hated dogs, but Damian loved them. I nodded. "Of course, you can. Anything you want." Damian's grin widened. The kindergarten was packed that day. One of the kids spotted Damian and asked, "Your dad didn't come again, Damian? Don't you have a dad?" My heart sank. "Nope. My dad's already gone. I just have my mom," Damian answered coolly.

Aeliana pats Damien’s shoulder and smiles, “Thanks for the chat, D. I’ll grab a snack.” “You’re welcome, A.” Damien retorts, a little too excited. D? A? Since when do they have pet names for each other? And why does he look so smug about it? Before I can warn him against being touchy with my mate, my nephew interrupts us. “Daddy, daddy, look!” He beams, showing Damien a car key. Damien ruffles his hair, he makes a good father despite how mature and reckless he often is. “Whose is that?”

Damien’s POV I blinked once, slow, measured, and leaned back in my chair. “Excuse me,” I said smoothly, “but you are…?” Mr Peterson cleared his throat, a little flustered. “Ah…my daughter, Vivienne. Vivienne, this is… Damien Voss. You should say hi.” She stepped forward, tilting her head, eyes narrowing like a cat sizing me up. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she purred, voice smooth and dripping with flirtation. “I didn’t expect you to look… real.”

His grin stretched wider as he noticed the flicker of confusion in her eyes. He stepped closer. Slowly. Casually. “I see you’re confused,” he said, his tone laced with mocking amusement. “You must be wondering why boiling oil and fire, yes?” Zara couldn’t speak. Her throat had gone dry, her vocal cords frozen. She could only stare, her eyes wide with growing dread. Still grinning, Damian crouched slightly, so they were eye-level once again. “My pet,” he said in a low, menacing tone, gesturing lazily toward the jaguar, “has exquisite taste. He’s quite pampered, you see. Doesn’t enjoy raw meat unless he's hunting it himself. Prefers his meals… cooked.”

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"

Damien and his high-and-mighty cousin, Alpha Yadiel, had been at odds since puberty hit and decided to bless them both with a double dose of testosterone and wolfish pride. It wasn't every day that our pack's Gamma, and unofficial black sheep, crashed into the elderly man's humble abode demanding money. Damien's antics, much like my spot behind the curtain, were hidden from the world, ones I stumbled onto by a mix of bad timing and worse luck. But then again, Damien's grin suggested he had an audience in mind for this little performance.

Perhaps it was because I obtained Uncle Victor's whole attention on me. "If you don't prefer Dami, I have got lots of other young men t–" "Grandpa, this matter requires your opinion." A cold voice interrupted us. I looked up and recognised it was Damien. The eldest grandson of Victor Fernandez. The coldest of the three. His one look was enough to kill a few people. Cold, daunting, and dangerous. "Won't you see who's here to meet us, Dami?" "Hi." He barely glanced at me and pivoted his attention to his grandfather.

When he had grown too smug about his dominance over these lesser cousins of his, it had already happened. Typically, the smaller animals would only attempt to capture a few sheep if they were nearby rather than a whole cow. He had grown weary of the usual diet his cousins consumed—rabbits and field mice. Beef would be their meal of choice today. Damien began to drool as he imagined how satisfying it would be to slurp up the blood that would oosh out of a fat cow's velvety belly. He let out an almost orgasmic wave of trembling before turning to face his pack. They were waiting for him to give the order to start the chase. Because of how their previous alpha male had fallen in a flurry of bloo