Young Master Damien's Pet Novels & Stories

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

By babies he meant his pit bulls, wolfdogs and Caucasian Ovcharkas. He walked towards a cage at the corner which was in the dark and calmly threw in the flesh and in no time there were loud growling sounds that could make anyone peed their pants… “ That was just an appetizer.” Damian smirked as he licked off the blood stains on the knife like a maniac.. “Your manhood is gonna be next and I'm sure they're gonna love it..” Damian casually mentioned as he nodded at one of the men in the dark and they immediately knew what it wanted..

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

**** Damien, a young man with jet-black hair and bright blue eyes, sat at his desk and thought about what one of his friends had said. “Are you still happy to date a lot of women without getting married to any of them? Come on. You're already 27th. You should find your mate, someone to join you as an Alpha!” “Shit! Why do I still hear those words in my head!” Damien cried out. His office space felt tight and stifling. The air trapped inside it was no longer a breath of fresh air for his tired mind and soul. Damien was so desperate for peace that he left the office momentarily to get some fresh air outside.

I looked back at Damien who was glaring at the puppy. "Damien?" "I f*cking hate pets.", Damien groaned making everyone laugh even louder.

He sighs and nods. “I know,” he gives his head a shake. “But that is beside the point.” He glances at the closed door. “I better get going before he comes out with a gun or something.” I let out a small laugh. “Or his pet dragon, or ghost or snake?” Damien’s brows crease, his lips parts as he says a single word, looking like he is about to choke from holding back laughter. “His pets of course. Does he look like he has a cat?” I scoff out loud. “Please, let us be real.”

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

Sia went into her room expecting it to be empty so she could continue her cry, but then it wasn't empty, she Instead met a young man with dashing facial features sitting on her bed. "What are you doing here Master Damien, what if someone sees you" she whispers yells at the young man, but he only smiled at her innocent wide eyes. "Damien, Sia, just Damien. Just until when do you intend to keep calling your boyfriend Master," Damien spoke while getting up from the bed where he sat and approached Sia who was standing by the door that she had locked the moment she saw the young master. Damien was a guy with a tall built body and protruding muscles that were visible from underneath his clothes. H

Damian set it at the edge of his desk. "Read. Don't miss a single word. I'll only play with a genius." Kevin, puzzled but obedient, hugged the book to his chest as if it were a treasure. 'Dad said if I make the Young Master happy, he'll buy me lots of toys.' "So, if I finish reading this, can I play with you, Young Master?" "Yes, yes. Go on." 'As if a kid like you could understand any of it.' Damian smirked.

"You must be Ivan Bolkonsky's kid. You got some balls. Tell him he just made an enemy out of Gregor Petrosyan!" "Fuck off." Damien gave him one more kick to the jaw, dislocating it. He didn't care who the son of a bitch was. He only had Sally's best interest in his mind. He promised to protect her and that's exactly what he did. "Nice work, tovarishch. You almost destroyed that zadnitsa's face! Pozdravleniya!" said Pietro, the smallest but the sneakiest fighter out of all of them. Damien laughed. "Spazie."