Young Master Damien's Pet Novels & Stories

Damian smirked. "I want to see it," Master Dan sending a questioning gaze towards his grandson. "I promise I didn’t do anything Grandpa, it was all her," he said and Maya rolled her eyes. Damian casually pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "Ron, I need that clip. Make sure everything is set because my dear wife wants to see it,"Damian said, sending a mocking smirk towards Maya. "I’ll see you downstairs," Damian said and walked out.

Damien lowered his gaze and took a sip of the red wine. His movements were graceful and dignified, but Mr. Dickson and Ciara had no time to appreciate them. He glanced at Mr. Dickson, "Did you mention that you want to drink until I am content?" Mr. Dickson was momentarily shocked and inquired, "I'm not sure how much will satisfy you?" "I know that," chuckled the young man next to him. Mr. Dickson gazed at him and asked, "Please explain, Mr. Damien." The young man sitting next to Damien appeared to be only 23 years old, with a striking appearance and the cynicism of a family member in every gesture.

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.”

Then I placed it on the table. Damien furrowed his brows slightly as he tilted his head to the side to see what it was. When he registered the image on it, he jerked his head backward and shot me red eyes. “Why do you have a childhood picture of me and you ? I asked him in a breathless voice. For a moment, Damien could not speak. It was as if someone had abducted his tongue. He stared for a while. A couple of heartbeats passed between us before he finally exhaled.

And the person who knocked on the door had opened Deffin's room, he was very surprised to see the scene before his eyes. Unknowingly he squeezed the file that Deffin ordered to deliver him, in his heart he couldn't stop cursing his young master. "Damn! The Young Master is getting back at me, just because I can't be intimate with Elma, he is now paying back by showing off his affection, and damn I'm jealous!" Roy muttered to himself after closing the door directly to Deffin's room. * * *

She giggled. Damian leaned down and bit her lower lip teasingly. “The best life for you kitten is to be my pet for eternity.” Evelyn smiled sweetly, licking her lips. “Yes, Master. I’m all yours.” ***The end***

He wasn’t here to eat; he was here because Leo expected him to be. He was rubbing his temples slowly, eyes pressed shut as if trying to push back a headache. Leo bounced in the chair beside him, already digging into a bowl of cereal, completely oblivious. "Grandpa Vance said the puppy is coming today! Right, Papa?" Damien’s eyes opened—slowly, painfully. They found me first. That same sharp, startling connection from last night flashed between us, alive in the quiet morning air. Then his gaze dropped to Leo. "Right," Damien said, his voice rough. "But it’s too early for screaming, Leo."

My father’s tone suggested this wasn’t up for debate. Before my father could respond, my younger brother Damien leaned into view from wherever he was lurking off-screen. “Maybe Lycian’s just too picky,” he said with a grin. “Waiting for some romance novel moment where he meets his one true love.” “This isn’t a joke, Damien.” “Kind of is, though.” Damien was nineteen and treated everything like a joke. “He’s got she-wolves throwing themselves at him daily. If he can’t pick one by now, maybe the problem isn’t them.”

Mr Young pulled his head back and laughed shaking his head. “You should call me Damie. Mr Young makes me feel old” the smile on our face never faltered, not even for a second. His confession rendered me speechless but I instantly agreed. Although I love calling him Mr Young, Damien felt much more intimate and he's right, I prefer Damien over Mr Young. “You are right, Damien sounds so much better but Mr Young is so hot” I teased, he groaned and looked over at me from the road. “If you want us to reach home, you should never say those kinds of things” Is his response. I grinned inwardly, doing a little victory dance in my head. It still felt surreal that we were having this conversation, much

His eyes scanned through the screen for about two minutes. Damien patted my head as I hugged and leaned on his groin. "She took her own life babe. You don't need to beat yourself up about it” Damien comforted me. He scrolled out of the news feed before returning the laptop to me. " You don't need to think about it ok? “ He kissed my cheeks. He was about leaving when I stopped him again. " Damien, how is Yu? “ I asked, softly. Damien sighed and turned to me,"He is still at the hospital and he is getting better. We will be having him soon” he responded.