Damian's Rose Novels & Stories

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

DAMIAN “Damian…” Vivian breathed, her voice sounding in the way she couldn’t hide her emotions. “No one has ever done something like this for me.” She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around herself as if she didn’t quite know what to do at the moment. The breeze lifted her hair, brushing it across her face, and she brings it back slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. I couldn’t help it. The sight of herstanding there, stunning, glowing under moonlight made something inside me shift. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

His breath, smelling of alcohol and masculinity, brushed against Sheina’s face. "Stop saying that name! Stop the act!" Damian roared low, his voice hoarse with pain. "I can feel your heartbeat; I can smell your scent that you could never fully change. You are mine, Camila! Just admit it!" Damian lowered his head roughly, attempting to claim Sheina’s lips with a demanding kiss. He no longer cared about his dignity. He only wanted to taste again the sweetness he had once thrown away.

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. He smelled like expensive mint, dark coffee, and that faint, intoxicating hint of smoke. "You should go," he repeated, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. He planted one large hand on the door right beside my head, caging me in. "But we both know you're not going anywhere, Roxy." Hearing my name on his lips made my breath hitch. "How do you know my name?" Damian let out a dark, rough chuckle. He reached into the pocket of his dark trousers with his free hand, and when he pulled it out, the silver caught the dim light of the office.

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

Elena hadn't seen his intent stare yet; she was enjoying the softness of the new bed, humming with her eyes closed. Damien stepped up to the edge of the bed, looking at her body laid out before him. He could smell her excitement starting to waft up to his nostrils. He lowered his head and extended his tongue, cupping her heel and running it up the length of her foot. He reveled in the taste of her sweat, her special flavor that covered every inch of her body. He could feel every line and crease in the sole of her foot as his tongue traveled up to her toes. He slithered the tip between her toes and nibbled on the end of her big toe.

“Rosalie.” Damian strode over. “Damian, don’t you have work to do?” she asked without looking up. “Plenty. But no matter how busy I am, I still need to check in on my dear little sister.” He pulled out a chair and sat across from her, studying her with an amused smirk. “Just say what you want to say, Damian.” Rosalie continued looking at her documents. She could guess what he wanted to say. Damian chuckled. “Rosalie, you have to admit you and River actually look good together. You two make such a good-looking couple, it’s actually unreal.

After several seconds of the customer not answering, I look up assuming the customer did not hear me and there he was Rooftop; a meter away from me. My knees buckle a little as his eyes bore into my grey-fragile looking eyes and I grip the counter edges for support. After taking in my features he looked at the day’s specials. He must have recognized me, or not. l was overwhelmed with his presence that I couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting. He had a citrus-woody scent with a mixture of strong grapefruit opening and a dash of mint, the scent was all consuming it managed to calm my nerves. I never got the privilege to get familiarized with his scent, the last encounters we had it’s either he had bl

"Next time you look away when I'm talking to you, you won't like the consequence." The anger in his voice was ominous, I prayed that my brain remember that always. "Good girl." He smiled slightly, shockingly revealing two small dimples on his cheeks. I wanted to look away, how could I find a muderer to be good looking? Maybe, just maybe, if I didn't have to look at him... "Don't you dare look away!" "You're not talking to me..." My voice was barely above a whisper, but because he was so close, he heard me.