Young Master Damien's Pet Novels & Stories

“No, daddy won’t let me come near the bigger wolves, he says its not safe.” “Yes, daddy says that too, but I don’t worry about that anymore since I got my first shift.” “Woah! You already got your shift? Must be pretty cool huh?” “Yes, way cooler than playing with a stone statue. Do you want me to show you my wolf?” The young boy quickly nodded, “uh-huh.” “Let’s go somewhere else,” Damian quickly grabbed his hand, running around to search for a private place to show his new friend his recently released animal counterpart. They finally found a spot in one of the backyards which led to the forest bordering the estate nearby.

"Good thing you are also here, once I'm able to get through to your parents, I'll be going back home. As much as I love spending time with you people, my pets need me more." "You have a pet?" Jenna and I asked at the same time, we looked at each other and laughed. At my laughter, I felt Damien visibly relax behind me. When I looked at Ma to ask her what kind of pet, I noticed she was looking at Damien, who was looking in my direction. However, Damien doesn't seem to notice. His phone vibrated in his pocket, causing him to break eye contact and reach for it. Ma looked back at me but said nothing and in that moment I would give just about anything to know what was going on in her mind!

I say opening the door and I come face to face with a pizza delivery man. "Mom did you order pizza?!" I shout asking mom. "Nope." She says going to sit in the sitting room. The pizza delivery man gives me two pizzas and a note. I thank the man, close the door and place the boxes on the island reading the note. -------------------------- El I thought you might be hungry Thank your mom for allowing me to take you out. l apologize if l brought you back too late ----------------------------- Even without a name I knew it was Treadway, he was so thoughtful.

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

I giggled again at the ridiculousness of it. Damien began to pet my head again, brushing strands of hair away from my face gently and then tucking them behind my ear. I watched his expressions as he did it, his blue eyes trailing the wet strand of hair as it moved, he didn’t look like he pitied me, maybe he knew what it was like? “Damien,” I said and he hummed in response, “Tell me about your parents.”

I laughed at his awkwardness. I again looked at his room. For a boy, his room was actually clean. There was a guitar, leaning against one of the walls. So, Damien plays the guitar. I looked around and noticed a shelf with movies. I went there and looked at each movie. Finally, I picked up a paranormal activity series. Damien came back with two cups of coffee. Oh my god, I love coffee. And I love this guy for bringing me coffee when I needed it more than anything.

"And you get it. You understand." Damien said nothing. "Why are you being so kind to me?" she asked. "Is it out of pity?" He laughed at this. "I'm not acting out of pity or kindness," he said. "I have my morals and I stick by them." "Really?" she asked, looking up at him with big eyes. "You don't think I'm a pitiful mess?" "Well I didn't say that," Damien said, flashing her a silly grin. He pulled a sandwich from his pocket, ate a couple of bites, and threw some for the pair of pigeons that loitered about the park. The two pigeons became a dozen as more flew down from the roof of the disused youth club building.

Damien got to the living room and leaned over us, giving both Maria and I kisses on our foreheads. "Dada, bye bye" Maria says as she waved at him. He returned her wave with a smile. Then his eyes met mine. "I'll be fine, don't worry. If we need your help at some point, I'll call you" He says but I still wasn't reassured. Damien might be stronger than most people I know but he wasn't as shameless as Chester, and that's the biggest problem. Shameless people don't care how low they go in order to get whatever they want.

Lincoln stated and Damien got up from his seat in fury. "How dare you talk to this young master in that manner? You are courting death, do you think I won't order my men to thrash you right now? How dare you? I am the young master to Redmoon pack and I would also contribute to everything." Damien said and I chuckled. "With your weak physique? you look like someone that could easily be blown away by wind, so how could you contribute to anything? And with that ugly toad like face?You can only talk and brag, mothing else." I said and he pursed his lips.

Young master Part8 At the mini park, Jeremy Mose and Esmeralda meet Diana Catwalk. "Esmeralda," said Diana Catwalk. Esmeralda turned. "Wow, Diana." Esemeralda stood up, and they embraced. "Who are you with?" Diana asked, stretching her arms. "Jeremy, introduce me, this is Diana, my old college friend. And Diana, introduce me to my husband, Jeremy Mose." "Husband?" Diana was dumbfounded and scanned all over Jeremy's modest appearance.