Damian Cowper の小説・ストーリー

I said finally. Damian didn’t even play dumb. He heard the conversation. “It’s not possible.” He whispered to himself, more than to me. I waited for him to gather his thoughts. “I was madly in love with a girl named Cynthia. Well, I thought it was love, it was just lust. We were 16 years old, and she got pregnant. We thought we were mates, but it turns out her sister was my mate. The mate pull is hard and I’m not proud of anything of this, but I pushed her to the side and I chose my mate. Cynthia went rogue and used her knowledge to get to her sister. In the end, I choked her to death. She was only a few weeks along in the pregnancy.”

"It's just that I feel like I don't know anything about you. I'm your friend, right? I don't even know what you did abroad. What your job is. You never talk to me about yourself." "Are you interested in me?" Damian asked. I knew he was just teasing me. And my sharp gaze made him understand. He chuckled and apologized. "Where to start? Um... Let's start our introduction from the beginning. My name is Damian Blackwood, I'm 29 years old. My job includes lyricist, composer, music producer. People know me more as Whitehollow than as Damian. You can type that name into a search engine and you'll find out more. Then... I came home for a vacation, but my grandfather gave me a task of making a demo s

“I did my investigation, Olivia. Your father refused the early treatment. Refused the transplant options because he was too obsessed with revenge. He let your mother die of grief. He let your brother waste away. And as we speak, the police have him in custody.” Damien’s voice softened, almost gentle. “I’ve arranged for your brother to be transferred to the best facility in the country. Full treatment. Whatever it takes. Because even if everything between us was a lie…even if you tried to burn my entire world down…you were still there when I needed someone. So I’m doing this. One last time.” He looked straight into the cameras. “I will cooperate fully with the investigation. I’ll answer every

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

“ Damian Wright ! “ said Adam annoyed . “ This old geezer again…… “ said Damian tired . “ Honey , calm down . “ said Diana , trying to ease her husband’s anger . “ Welcome mom ! “ said Damian with a casual tone . “ Hello son ! “ said Diana smiling . “ So , what brings the two of you here today ? “ asked Damian . Mr Adam was so annoyed that he was about to snap when seeing Damian calm and unoccupied . “ You……you being so calm and smiling so lightly……… “ said mr Adam annoyed . “ I know you like yelling and stuff but can you act in a civil way at my company ? “ said Damian . “ Shut up you damn brat ! I am the chairman of this company . You are only the president . “ said mr Adam . “ You are the

Date = 31 October The date of my birth. Place = San Francisco (Reaper venue) Of course our team has a great venue. POV - Damion I think I fucked up again. Or rather … I’m pretty sure I fucked up again. It’s amazing, really. I can fling myself around a track at over 220 miles an hour on two wheels, flirting with death as if it owes me money — but ask me to string together five honest words for the one person who matters? And suddenly I’m a mute with commitment issues.

The part where you came home. — ✦ — Damian's public grovel entered its deepest phase in the weeks following the birth. He did not do it loudly. He did not post videos or give interviews or make speeches. What he did was quieter and, she thought, considerably more considered: he filed a formal public statement acknowledging that the Sophia situation had been orchestrated without his knowledge but not without his negligence — because, he wrote, a man who pays so little attention to the people operating around him that a conspiracy of that scale could be run under his nose is not a man who deserves the benefit of any doubt. He accepted that. He stated it plainly. He did not ask for forgiveness.

"I want to meet that person. Since you seem to know me, you must also know the man who has the same face as me." "Who the hell are you!" Damien hit Cedric on the head with the gun. "I'm Damien, I'm looking for the truth that was hidden from me." Cedric had no choice but to run the car as Damien ordered. He hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to Canis and now he was in trouble again. ***** Diana had just returned from the kitchen and was about to go to Alpha Darren's office to meet him when she heard the sound of a car stopping. So she peeked through the window.

He walked back to his desk, pressed a button on the intercom, and spoke in a tone I had never heard before. “Mr. Cole. My office. Now.” Three minutes later, the door opened again. The manager stepped in. Smiling. Confident. Unaware. “Sir, you called for—” “Close the door,” Damian interrupted. The smile faltered slightly. The door clicked shut. Silence filled the room. Damian leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed directly on him. Cold. Sharp. Authoritative. “I’ve received a report,” Damian began slowly, “that you behaved inappropriately toward my wife.”