Đam Mỹ Novels & Stories

"Thank you, your grace." Nylian ruffled his hair and joined his lover for their first dance. "Shall we dance son?" the red-haired offered her dance. "With great pleasure." he bowed to her and held her hand. Everyone was amazed by the two Gemmas dancing next to them. Their shiny red and diamond hairs were brightening the main hall with their strong lights. Jimmy could not stop looking at his mother, he was so happy to finally have her in his life. It was too beautiful that it was so difficult for him to believe it.

Surely she would please him in bed. Those of the men who were so inclined, raped the women again, but still they did not approach Amira with her look of wild hatred. Some thought she was mad. Dala had great difficulty trying to calm the women when her own nerves were raw. She pleaded with seeing the state cara was reduced to. It was appalling that the young woman had not shed a single tear for the loss of her husband. Only hours earlier the fiery-headed Della had been boasting that she was not afraid of what the future held, so sure was she that every man aboard the ship, including the chieftain, desired her above all the others—especially since they left Amira alone.

------- Damon POV I was in my room, lying in my bed while looking at the ceiling. I didn't know what to expect tonight but I feel something strange. I couldn't even sleep. Diana's face keeps appearing in my thoughts. Her beautiful smile, soft red lips, flawless skin, long ebony shiny hair and her big hush breast and pluffy butt. " Hmmm!" I whispered softly as I'm running my hands above my zipper. I felt a bulky things inside and it's so hard that I quickly pushed the zipper down it and touched my own hardness while thinking about her. I wanted to ambushed her inside her room but I guess it's not the proper way to please my wife. I want to act good and calm in front of her so that she's going

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

DAMON The world seemed to waver the moment my eyes landed on her. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me—maybe I’d been thinking about her too much, and now my brain was conjuring mirages to taunt me. But no. She was real, standing there like a ghost from a dream I hadn’t wanted to wake from.

She didn't even dare make eye contact with me. Instead, she smiled awkwardly and apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Sanders. You're a magnanimous person, aren't you? Please don't hold this against us." I gave her a long, meaningful look and replied lightly, "You've learned how to play the game, I see." Richard turned to look at her. This woman he once regarded as his pure, flawless, true love. He opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. Still, the flicker of confusion in his eyes said it all.

Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing. A young light skinned woman wearing a white tee shirt that covered her body down to her rump,exposing her lower body ,was walking down the stairs. She tousled her thick kinky hair revealing her face a bit. Damn she had a long hair. Dami thought when he caught sight of her. He had never seen a girl with such long hair before. That's my shirt,isn't it? "Why did you switch off the music,I liked the song actually but it was too loud that's why I said something... and why are you standing there looking at me like that as

She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect. She was more than that. And worse… she was beautiful. Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon… He looked. Even if he didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t want to. He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.

Almeera managed to make a vampire shudder in horror with just a glance as if she was more terrifying than the mythological creature. “You… refuse to be touched? Though I offer incomparable pleasure, Damian," she said, again. ***

, Cheap'. Damon stared at the young lady, her blond hair her skin was flawless, so petite, the make up on her face made her look so innocent, she had average curves in the right places but she looks so fragile so much that it would make any man but him feel the need to protect him. She had really grown up, she had become quite a beauty but not enough to catch his attention, she can't be compared to his wifey who was original in everyway.