Novel & Cerita Damian Cowper

then he bowed to the camera. Everyone applauded then another question again, "What did you have to say to your rivals like the people that exposed that audio clip?" Damian smiled again an turn to me. His demanding growls soften to a purr, and the next thing I know, he's tucking me to his chest, stroking his hand down my spine in a soothing caress. "I only have to apologize to my Luna for all the stress the fake audio clip put her to" He murmurs, no doubt for the people around us who might overhear. "They've be taking what's mine all these while, but I won't let anyone take her"

Get up", he said in a strict tone throwing ball at me . Well my bad ,finally I make him agree . But how, only I know and now this brooding man didn't let me take rest for a sec . I'm sure he is taking revenge. For the last fifty shots I just able to make two and that's when I play alone. Catching ball we started again. I run bounce it a little but he again take it away. His height is getting on my nerves now, just when he going to out in in hoop I grab his hand twist him around standing on my toes I kiss him on cheeks . Fuck! This Damian is an evil thing. His grip on ball loosen up a bit as he stood there with a little shock, getting a chance I run fast and GOAL.

Mean while Damian woke up from the same erotic dream, he was sweating and breati ng heavily, he looked at his member and it was standing upright stearing at him, his breath gradually came down and he said to him self " where the hell are you mate, stop tommenting me" then he stood up to take a cold shower, after some tome he came out wrapped around a towel into his room, he moved to his closet and picked up a black denim trouser, a black calvin klein t-shirt, and a black jacket to follow, he then wore a black timberland boot, his feature was so alluring that any one who saw him will fear him and fall in love with him automatically

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table as if he was about to say something important. "I don't understand," she asked, frowning. "May I know who you are?" Maryam narrowed her eyes at him, getting a bit impatient. She knew that Cornelia would be sad but for her to break down like that was surprising for her and she didn't know how to handle it. "My name is Damian. Damian Wilson." He smiled at her tightly as if giving her some kind of sign that she didn't recognize. She turned back to the weeping Cornelia in her hands and spoke.

He asks while introducing himself. Beta Damian is a little on the short side for a werewolf of rank. He’s about 6ft, has sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He’s well-built and has tattooed sleeves. He has a well-maintained beard, almost short enough to only be called stubble. It works for him.

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.

**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

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.”

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.