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His Wingless Angel Lester
Damascus had decided to take Amara to a small restaurant that sat near the edge of the Kingdom. He had assumed she had not eaten yet and since their first ride had ended somewhere secluded, he picked somewhere more public instead. Not that he was trying to publicly announce that they were seeing one another, if that is what one called it, but a part of him did want others to know that she was under his protection, which he hoped would stop any negativity that might make its way towards her. Damascus turned off the bike and helmet Amara down from the back. "This looks nice," Amara said as she took the helmet off after Damascus had unclipped it for her. The restaurant was small but homey. It sat nestled between a bookstore and what looked like an antique shop. "It may not be much, but Lester serves a mean steak," Damascus said as she gathered the helmets in his hands. "Oh, did I not mention?" Amara looked at Damascus with the most convincing look she could muster. "What?" Damascus
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Damascus walked out of his bedroom and closed the door soundly behind him. As he turned to walk down the hallway, he heard his name being called. Damascus looked up the hallway and found that Gabriel was waiting for him near the top of the stairs that led down to the lower levels. Gabriel's rooms were on the top floor of the castle and Damascus's were nestled on the second. Damascus met up with Gabriel at the top of the stairs. They had abruptly ended their conversation the night before about Amara and her parents with an agreement that some research needed to be done before anything would be uttered to Amara herself. "I will have Miss Hughs do some digging around today and see if she can find out anything about the accident on the highway that involved Amara's parents," both men began descending the stairs. It was still early enough that there were not many people around the castle besides the cleaning staff. "Did you find out any more information on the Eternal Kingdom's missing
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Damascus and Amara sat on the edge of the mountain side in the spot Damascus had first taken her. He looked out at the Kingdom below. The sun was setting once more. Amara had dropped Leslie back off at home and Damascus had picked her up in his usual manor on his large black motorcycle. They had gone somewhere they could be alone. Damascus knew the time was now to let Amara know about his past. He did not want to relay all his hidden scars, but he knew that she would have questions. Amara waited patiently. She wanted Damascus to tell her, but it would not be rushed. She would allow him to tell her as much as he wanted at the pace he wanted. "My father was the second in command to Gabriel's father. The previous King of Divine Kingdom. He took his job of training the warriors very seriously and protecting the Kingdom was always his first priority," Damascus began. "My father and mother got together when they were young, although I do not think it was a love at first sight situation w
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"I am sorry. Were you and your father close?" Amara asked. "No," Damascus's short answer surprised her. She thought back to Leslie's comment in the kitchen that men like Damascus usually had some sort of back story that caused them to be closed off. Amara wondered if his father was that reason. "The closest thing I had to a father was a gardener at one of the foster homes that I lived at when I was ten," Amara decided to change the topic quickly. "He used let me plant the flowers each spring," she thought about the flower gardens that Jackson used to keep."How long did you stay with them?" Damascus asked about the foster parents. "Three years, then the couple had a child of their own and did not want any outside influence on their child," Amara shrugged. She had been accustomed to moving so much at that time that it had not offended her. Of course, as an adult she wondered how a family could take in a child and then toss it just as quickly. "That must have been lonely," Damascus
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"Why did you call me that?" Amara asked, still sitting on Damascus's lap. He had called her angel twice and she wondered at its meaning. It was Damascus's turn to look slightly embarrassed. He looked away for a moment at the trees that surrounded them. "After my accident and I found out that you weren’t a Dragon, I thought of you as my wingless angel," he said. His gaze returned to her. Amara smiled at the nickname and decided that she in fact liked it when he called her that. "You don't mind, do you?" Damascus asked and Amara shook her head in answer. Damascus planted a firm kiss on her lips before lifting her easily and setting her back on the ground. "It is getting dark. I would rather not chance something happening while riding back," Damascus said. His hand found hers as he pulled her back to the black machine that had raced them to the spot in the first place. Damascus took the ride home a lot slower than when they had first got on the highway and Amara was thankful for that.
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Damascus Arison could feel all 321 horsepower between his legs as he raced his Kawasaki Ninja H2 R down the highway. The night was as dark as his matte black bike. The only illumination came from the light that sat in the center of his motorcycle. The rain was heavy as it fell. The drops hit the front of his visor, but Damascus did not care. His heart had been shattered into a million pieces after he had left his grandmother's bedside in the hospital. She had taken her last breath while he was present. Damascus held her hand as the weight of it fell into his palm as her eye lids had closed with her last breath. Ada Arison had raised Damascus at the age of fourteen years old after his father's "accident". Ada had been his father's mother, but she had not been in his life much before she came and took him away after his father's funeral. Adrian Arison had been a cruel man in life and Damascus had always assumed that Ada had kept her distance same as his mother who had fled from his f
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"You seem to be moving a bit slow today. Are your injuries still bothering you?" Gabriel, King of the Dragons, asked Damascus. They had gotten back to their routine training a few days prior. Damascus's injuries had taken some time to heal, and Gabriel did not want to hear any arguments from Damascus about giving his body proper time to heal. "I am only slower because you have forced me to become a bed potato for the last four weeks," Damascus said under his breath. Damascus had not been the best patient for those that Gabriel had sent to make sure that he complied with Gabriel's command to rest. "You would not have healed otherwise. We both know how you like to overdo it," Gabriel retorted. Damascus only made a noise in response which caused a smile to spread across his friend's face. Gabriel and Damascus had a different relationship with each other than most kings and seconds. They bickered as if they were brothers but would go to the ends of the Earth for one another in a heartbe
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The SUV pulled up to a large building with concrete stairs down the front of it. A red carpet had been laid out for the guests that were said to attend. Damascus took a deep breath before exiting the SUV. He walked around to the other side of the vehicle and opened Gabriel's door after surveying their surroundings. Gabriel stepped out and patted Damascus on the shoulder. "Relax," Gabriel said under his breath with a smile. Both knew it was a joke to think that Damascus could ever relax. Especially in an environment outside of the Kingdom with too many unknown variables. Gabriel walked ahead and made his way up the stairs. Others were arriving at the same time as well and camera flashes were going off on their side of the stairs. The photographer and journalist were held back by a string of black ropes, that did not stop them from calling out Gabriel's name and trying to ask him questions as he ascended the stairs. Most of the human world only knew Gabriel as a millionaire and polit
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"Why did you call me that?" Amara asked, still sitting on Damascus's lap. He had called her angel twice and she wondered at its meaning. It was Damascus's turn to look slightly embarrassed. He looked away for a moment at the trees that surrounded them. "After my accident and I found out that you weren’t a Dragon, I thought of you as my wingless angel," he said. His gaze returned to her. Amara smiled at the nickname and decided that she in fact liked it when he called her that. "You don't mind, do you?" Damascus asked and Amara shook her head in answer. Damascus planted a firm kiss on her lips before lifting her easily and setting her back on the ground. "It is getting dark. I would rather not chance something happening while riding back," Damascus said. His hand found hers as he pulled her back to the black machine that had raced them to the spot in the first place. Damascus took the ride home a lot slower than when they had first got on the highway and Amara was thankful for that.
His Wingless Angel Don't Apologize
"I am sorry. Were you and your father close?" Amara asked. "No," Damascus's short answer surprised her. She thought back to Leslie's comment in the kitchen that men like Damascus usually had some sort of back story that caused them to be closed off. Amara wondered if his father was that reason. "The closest thing I had to a father was a gardener at one of the foster homes that I lived at when I was ten," Amara decided to change the topic quickly. "He used let me plant the flowers each spring," she thought about the flower gardens that Jackson used to keep."How long did you stay with them?" Damascus asked about the foster parents. "Three years, then the couple had a child of their own and did not want any outside influence on their child," Amara shrugged. She had been accustomed to moving so much at that time that it had not offended her. Of course, as an adult she wondered how a family could take in a child and then toss it just as quickly. "That must have been lonely," Damascus
His Wingless Angel The Painful Truth
Damascus and Amara sat on the edge of the mountain side in the spot Damascus had first taken her. He looked out at the Kingdom below. The sun was setting once more. Amara had dropped Leslie back off at home and Damascus had picked her up in his usual manor on his large black motorcycle. They had gone somewhere they could be alone. Damascus knew the time was now to let Amara know about his past. He did not want to relay all his hidden scars, but he knew that she would have questions. Amara waited patiently. She wanted Damascus to tell her, but it would not be rushed. She would allow him to tell her as much as he wanted at the pace he wanted. "My father was the second in command to Gabriel's father. The previous King of Divine Kingdom. He took his job of training the warriors very seriously and protecting the Kingdom was always his first priority," Damascus began. "My father and mother got together when they were young, although I do not think it was a love at first sight situation w
His Wingless Angel Into the Flames
Damascus walked out of his bedroom and closed the door soundly behind him. As he turned to walk down the hallway, he heard his name being called. Damascus looked up the hallway and found that Gabriel was waiting for him near the top of the stairs that led down to the lower levels. Gabriel's rooms were on the top floor of the castle and Damascus's were nestled on the second. Damascus met up with Gabriel at the top of the stairs. They had abruptly ended their conversation the night before about Amara and her parents with an agreement that some research needed to be done before anything would be uttered to Amara herself. "I will have Miss Hughs do some digging around today and see if she can find out anything about the accident on the highway that involved Amara's parents," both men began descending the stairs. It was still early enough that there were not many people around the castle besides the cleaning staff. "Did you find out any more information on the Eternal Kingdom's missing
His Wingless Angel Lester
Damascus had decided to take Amara to a small restaurant that sat near the edge of the Kingdom. He had assumed she had not eaten yet and since their first ride had ended somewhere secluded, he picked somewhere more public instead. Not that he was trying to publicly announce that they were seeing one another, if that is what one called it, but a part of him did want others to know that she was under his protection, which he hoped would stop any negativity that might make its way towards her. Damascus turned off the bike and helmet Amara down from the back. "This looks nice," Amara said as she took the helmet off after Damascus had unclipped it for her. The restaurant was small but homey. It sat nestled between a bookstore and what looked like an antique shop. "It may not be much, but Lester serves a mean steak," Damascus said as she gathered the helmets in his hands. "Oh, did I not mention?" Amara looked at Damascus with the most convincing look she could muster. "What?" Damascus
His Wingless Angel Looky Here
Both Amara and Leslie were slow to rise the next morning. The event the previous evening had gone well into the night and since the rest of the Kingdom seemed to move at a more leisurely pace, Amara figured that a couple more hours of sleep wasn’t going to hurt them. Amara met Leslie in the kitchen once more, "Last night was nice," Leslie commented as she fried up some eggs on the stove top. Amara sat in the chair at the island and agreed as she check her email on her phone. Nothing new since the evening before so Amara placed the phone face down on the counter. "So, what is going on with Damascus?" Leslie finally asked. "He was standing next to you when I came back with food but excused himself pretty quickly after that," Leslie commented. Amara had noticed as well, and Damascus hadn’t returned for the remainer of the evening. It stung Amara slightly, but she had agreed that they were going to take this slow and Amara figured that he had enough socializing for one evening. Damascu
His Wingless Angel Something Else
Amara and Leslie stood on the left side of the stage as Damascus had instructed. Amara could feel her palms perspiring. It was not the first time being in front of a large audience, however, her audience was never a room full of Dragons. "It will be alright," Leslie finally said. Amara could only nod in answer. The stage was a smaller one than the banquet she had recently held, and it was in the main dining hall of the castle, which again was smaller than the large venue, but it also made it so there was less room to hide. What are you doing? This is not who you are. Remember who you are, a small voice inside of Amara's head said. She squared her shoulders then. That is right. She fought tooth and nail when she was younger and again in her adulthood to make herself what she was today, without anyone for help until Leslie came along. "Please help me in welcoming Amara Hayes and her assist Leslie Howard to the Divine Kingdom," Gabriel finally announced to the crowd. There was applaus
His Wingless Angel Event
Damascus had left Amara and Leslie after seeing that they made it home. They had taken off shortly after lunch to get ready for the event being held at the castle that evening. Amara had confided in Damascus that she was a bit nervous to be in a room full of Dragons who might not be able to accept the fact that there was a human living among them. Gabriel had already told Damascus about Leslie. He was aware that she was one as well, but up until now she thought that she was alone. Damascus was glad that she was no longer on her know. He had met several Dragons who had grown up that way and it changed them for the worst. They became bitter and angry when they found out about the Kingdoms and turned their hatred on their own kind. However, Leslie seemed nothing like the others and he was thankful for that. Damascus had left his and Amara's conversations surface level for the remainder of the day. He knew that she was nervous enough without adding in any conversation about their relati
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Amara walked over and let her weight fall onto the couch next to Leslie. "Was it a good ride then?" Leslie asked. A smile still firmly planted on face. Amara rolled her head and looked over at Leslie without lifting her head from the back of the couch. "It was," Amara finally said. Leslie had put on a reality show in the background. Although for the life of her, Leslie could not explain the plot to any of it. "I made some chicken and rice in the kitchen if you care for some," Leslie said to Amara. Amara thanked her and walked to the kitchen to grab a bowl. They were content to sit on the couch and talk about the ridiculousness of the show that was currently running.*****************************************************************************************************************The next morning, Amara woke after a heated dream about a certain man in a motorcycle helmet. The dream had left her feeling unsatisfied. The idea of a helping hand was not foreign to her. She was still a vir
