Damian Cowper Novels & Stories

Fast and precise with the kind of controlled aggression of someone who had been doing this for years. Damien was something else entirely. He moved like water finding its level. Effortless and inevitable. Every block, every counter, every pivot happening slightly before it should have been possible. Cole got through twice and Damien took it without flinching and came back with something that had Cole on the mat in three seconds. I was standing in the doorway with my coffee going cold in my hand. My wolf was absolutely no help at all. Cole saw me first. He looked up from the mat with a split lip and a grin that said he had definitely noticed me noticing.

"We're both fools. I'm a fool for loving a woman who doesn't love me. You're a fool for loving a woman who might be dangerous." "Davina isn't dangerous." Damien stood up. He put his coffee cup on the table. "I'll prove that Davina is involved in Matteo's network, and when I succeed, you'll thank me." "I will never thank you." Damien smiled. "We'll see." He turned and walked away. Marco was still sitting in his chair, staring at his now cold cup of coffee.

I asked, turning to her, but Christiana still looked stunned, staring at the picture of Damian and me. I gently collected the water from her before she spilled it. "Yes, it's Damian," I said. "Whoa! Damian Cole!" Christiana nearly screamed. "The wealthiest man in San Francisco, i really admire him for his humility and kindness, i once applied for the position of a maid in his house but obviously i got there late and another person was employed, i felt so sad because i needed to pay Sabrina s fees but he compensated me by sending one of his bodyguards to give me some cash for my effort, i didn't even get to see him to thank him properly" Christiana said and I smiled.

Leo pinched Theo’s arm sharply under the table. Theo winced, instantly realizing he’d stepped on a landmine. “Haha—bad joke. My fault,” he laughed awkwardly. “Changing the subject.” Damian arched a brow, eyes locked on Theo. “I hear the Cooper Group’s been slacking lately,” Damian said coolly. “There’s a frontier development initiative in need of leadership.” Before Theo could react, Damian dangled a set of car keys. “Take my car. Head straight to the airport. Service starts tonight.”

He covered it with a cough that sounded more like a choke. He was going to *deal* with Lennon the moment Cole left. He was going to punish him. Cole squinted harder, eyes narrowing on Damian’s face. “You sure you’re okay? You’re sweating like a whore in church.” Damian wiped his brow with the back of his hand—casual, like he wasn’t currently fighting not to thrust up into the hot, wet mouth currently teasing him. “Fine. Just hot in here.” Lennon’s lips closed around the head, soft and sucking, tongue swirling in lazy, obscene circles. Damian bit the inside of his cheek until copper bloomed on his tongue.

The silence only fueled my fire. “ There is a way to fix this,I said with my tone firm.” I’ve been watching a certain warrior in the pack,I continued, my voice steady and confident. “A man strong in battle, dedicated to the pack. His loyalty is unquestionable, and he is someone who could keep Sophia in line. His name is Damien,he’s not a high-ranking member, but his strength is undeniable. He’s everything Sophia isn’t: strong, disciplined, and fiercely loyal.” He looked at me then,fury flashing behind his eyes.“You want to sell her off?”

He carried no laptop, no files, just himself. And somehow, that was enough. “Ms. Whitmore,” he greeted with a smooth nod. “Mr. Adams.” Ryan stiffened. “You know my name.” Damian smiled slightly. “I make it a habit to know the names of those who protect people I’m interested in.” Ryan’s eyes widened. “Interested? In what sense?” Damian looked at Aria. “In the business sense,” he said with a calm that didn’t fool anyone. Ryan reluctantly sat. Damian pulled out a chair opposite Aria and sat down. “I assume you’ve heard by now. I own Blackwood Holdings.”

“It’s about ruining me. And you.” She shivered. “What will you do?” “I’m buying time,” he said. “Cole’s team is digging for leverage. Something we can use to shut her down for good.” Sienna exhaled. “And until then?” “You stay there,” Damian said. “I’ll handle it.” His voice was steady, reassuring. But Sienna could hear the weight he carried beneath it. “Damian…” She didn’t know what she was going to say. Just that she wanted to bridge the distance.

Damian said as he stood up to leave. "I want to marry your daughter, Alicia Dawson. But she doesn't want me. Are you aware that she is in a relationship with a cop? And you know how well the cops are after us, my father, and all our team members for years," Damian said as he peered back at Mr. Max's face. Mr. Max scowled and said, "I wasn't aware that Alicia is dating a police officer. Is he the one who hijacked my business?" Mr. Max's expression hardened, and Damian smirked as he looked away.

“How long has it been since we saw and talked with each other? Quite long since you’ve been kept pretty busy these past few years.” Maxwell Cameron. His good friend. His mentor. Damian was his protégé. “You called for me, sir?” Turning at the sound of his voice, Damian returned to his desk and waited until Frederick Johnson, his other secretary occupied one chair. Taking his own seat, Damian reached for the folder that contains the articles about Cameron’s young widow.