Young Master Damien's Pet Novels & Stories

"Damien, quit stalling!" Damien turned toward me, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Damien, quit stalling!" he mocked. Still, he edged closer to the chicken, his fear painfully obvious. Just as he reached toward the lower cavity, he recoiled. "I can't do it, Jack! I just can't do it!" "Quit being such a baby!" Jason groaned. "It's already dead!" "That's the problem!" Damien protested. Oh, great. Another animal lover who has never prepared food before. Annoying.

Damien walked right into the living room, cradling a small Maltese puppy in his arms and wearing a bright smile. "Olivia, you're back home. I figured as much when I saw your car parked in the driveway. That's cold. You came home and didn't even tell your best friend. Look how stingy you've gotten. It's not like I held a grudge against you after getting pushed around last night." He pretended to be upset as he set the puppy down. The moment his hands were free, he casually slapped her rear end. The second the puppy's paws hit the floor, it started darting around the room. Suddenly, as if spooked by something, it bolted straight toward the coffee table where the gift box was resting.

Damien. He was younger, barely more than a child. His wild black hair fell into his eyes, and his face was bright with laughter as he darted through the grass, chasing another boy. The second boy had blond hair that gleamed in the sunlight, and his hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned sharply, evading Damien’s grasp. He was fast... too fast... and Damien's frustration grew with every missed tackle. “You’re cheating!” Damien shouted, his voice high-pitched and indignant.

he mused, his blood burning as rage built up within him, “They should, and they will.” At that moment, he felt it. A shift in the wind and a solid pressure on his cloak, he immediately felt fingers tracing around his cloak. The spark of fury was instant. Someone had tried to steal from him. Him. Damien, son of Elder Faen and one of the most powerful wolves in the entire pack. His fury exploded outwards, and he turned around to lock eyes with the thief. He didn’t blink when he saw how young the thief was. In fact, he didn’t care.

Damien responded. We all turned to look at Damien in frustration. Pa had set a trap that he had walked right into. He happily rushed back to the house and shouted, "Finally." Damien looked confused and Auden informed him, "You just walked into a trap. Help him choose a dog. The small kind, nothing too big that will mess up the house. You agreed, so it's your call." Damien closed his eyes and said, "My big mouth did it, right?" "Yes." Uncle Malkiel smiled.

Finding my daddy dom bot boyfriend, aka Damien in his charging chair I ran toward him. I needed the physical touch this morning and he didn't seem to mind hugging me close, petting my hair and calling me a cuddly bunny. "We need to set your rules" Damien says, making me look up at him. "I'm your owner, I'm the one who set rules" I tell the stupid Bot, can't expect them to be perfect. "Au contraire mon petit, according to my research a little always need rules" he says.

Shay continued, certain she just uncovered something pretty important about her own hiraeth and still uncertain how she felt about it. “Kids?! Wait, why would y…oh” Damian threw his head back in laughter, leaving Shay almost insulted with what she thought was derision. “No beautiful, you misunderstood…back in our pack, I train pups in my spare time and...I don't know, I guess you can say I grew quite fond of them all. Each has their own personality even at such a young age so it is really rewarding watching them grow with each other, and it gets really fun. So yes, I understand how missing the little ones can be heart wrenching, even though mother's feelings are without a doubt a gazillion t

Damien wrapped his arms around his stomach as another loud growl emanated from his stomach. 'Calm down, growling monster,' he whispered, 'i was just going to go feed you, you know!' Damien reached the dining area to find an empty table. He couldn't complain as dinner wasn't until seven but his growling monster couldn't endure. So, he asked the housekeeper for food and while she dished it in the kitchen, he sat at the table, impatiently rapping his fingers on the table as he held his chin in the other hand. He had even forgotten etiquettes when he broke into wide yawns.

I looked up. Damien stood three feet away. He was eighteen now, taller than I remembered, jaw sharper, eyes darker. He wore a black training shirt, and there was dried blood on his knuckles from sparring. He stared at me the way a man stares at something in his path that he has not decided whether to step over or crush. The pull hit him too. I saw it. One fraction of a second where his eyes changed, where something animal and ancient moved across his face. Mate.

A low, rolling growl rose from the darkness. Young Elena slowed. Her fingers tightened around Kolia’s. “It’s okay,” he said. “He’s just hungry. He won’t hurt us.” Before they could get any closer, another boy ran into the garden from the opposite path. Damien. But he was young. Even as a child his features were already recognizable,the same strong jaw, the same dark eyes that would one day look at me with both love and distance. He was slightly taller than Kolia, his hair a little lighter, his expression already carrying the sharp edge of someone who expected the world to move the way he wanted.