Damian Cowper Novels & Stories

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Damian: "You are." He kissed her forehead. "I had to give a long speech." Ava laughed. "I loved it." --- _DAY 758: THE NEWS_ Sunday. Front page. `COLE GALA RAISES 42 MILLION` `DAMIAN BUYS WIFE'S PAINTING FOR 25M` `BILLIONAIRE CALLS WIFE HIS STRENGTH` Photo: Damian wiping her tears. Comments: `King` `Couple goals` `Should've seen Victor's face`

Damian Blackthorn stepped in next. He shoved Elias aside and rammed his thicker cock straight into her gaping pussy, stretching her even wider. Sophia screamed around Lucian’s shaft as Damian destroyed her cunt with punishing force. “This is what you really crave, isn’t it?” he snarled. “Enemy cock ruining your precious Kane pussy while the world watches.” They rotated with ruthless hunger.

“It needed to be said.” “I have watched you slap Cassian twice in public and somehow that was still the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” Damian appeared beside me like he always did. His hand rested briefly against the small of my back before dropping away again. “Well done,” he said quietly. I looked up at him carefully. His expression was calm, but something underneath it felt tense and restless. It was deeply unimpressed with Victor Bennett. “Your wolf has a name,” I said suddenly. Damian looked at me. “What makes you think that?”

Pumping steady, deep, curling again and again until Alex’s thighs shook and his cock leaked steadily onto the carpet. “Please,” Alex gasped. “Please, now.” Damian pulled his fingers free. The loss made Alex whine. Then the blunt head of Damian’s cock pressed against him—hot, slick, insistent. One hard thrust. Alex’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Damian sank in to the hilt, hips flush to ass, balls pressed tight. Full. So fucking full. Alex’s arms buckled; he caught himself on elbows, forehead pressed to scattered spreadsheets.

I stared at the vampire. He looked young, but his eyes held an ancient wisdom and cunning. "Who are you?" I demanded. The vampire looked up and gave me a sinister smile. "My name is Damian," he said, his voice elegant and cold. "You may have heard Lila mention me." My heart stopped. "Lila's... brother?" "Her partner, to be precise," Damian said, licking his lips. "We were on the same team." The captain flipped through a file. "This Damian's identity has been confirmed. High-ranking vampire, has been embedded in wolf society for years." He looked at me. "According to our investigation, he has been supplying a special poison to an omega named Lila."

Aria quickly mentioned, letting out a breath. The music was good. The lights were pretty. People were dancing, laughing, living. It almost felt okay. Almost. Unknown to Aria, at the same damn moment, Damian stood outside the club with his hands in his pockets, looking like a man who wanted to be in bed, not in a loud club on a Friday night. “This is not optional,” Cole told him, slapping his back. “I have work tomorrow,” Damian muttered. “It’s Saturday.” “…I still have work.”

And Damian, dangerous, calculating, untouchable Damian Holt—wasn’t just chasing a woman. He was making his next claim. Something his money couldn’t buy. Her.

He could feel the pain, pressing down hard on his chest and gripping his throat tightly. He could feel the rage radiating off himself. "You are Roy; if you indeed are loyal to the pack, you shall stand by me at all times and not the bitch. She fucking deceived me to mate with her and fuck her. I won't ever forgive her, and not even in death." Damien said; his voice was tight, and his eyes were red-rimmed. He turned his back to Roy and started to walk to the window, "If you have nothing to say to me anymore, you should help the others to clean."