Damian Desmond Fanart Novels & Stories

I shouted his name once more, trying to get his attention. "Annie, what are you looking for?" Damon responded, his voice barely a whisper. He kept fucking Cassandra until he saw me again, and knew I was actually the one standing before him. "Then, tell me what it is you want from me." For a moment, he stopped and wrapped himself in a towel, drawing back a bit behind the bedrails. "Really?" I snapped. "Shut up!" Cassandra bellowed, staring at me with jealous eyes. "He's not going to fall in love with an ugly poor young ass like you... so, help us shut the door behind you immediately."

From this new angle, they looked intimate. I carefully chose a few that looked suggestive and composed a message to Damien, attaching those pictures with the message. [Damien, I’m currently at Bar X. You should see who I ran into. I didn’t want to send this to you, but I thought you should know since she’s the Luna of the Infernal Shadows Pack, and it won’t look good if people know about this.] Yeah, that would work. I sounded like I worried about the pack’s reputation. Then I pressed send.

Five years ago, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old Black man with blue eyes and short black hair styled in an Afro cut, sat in his office chair on the fifth floor of a magnificent five-story building. He had several tattoos: an eagle on his right arm, a cross on his left arm, and two women tattooed on his right chest. Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Haven. Inside his office, wearing a black suit, he sat behind his desk, working on his laptop to check his online businesses.

Gemma ended shaking her head. “Are you scared you might actually like me more than Kayden.” He said smiling. She stared at him for some time, his looks were not bad at all, he was handsome. Damien has a dark brown hair with brown eyes that suited him well. He had a pointed nose, that of models, his lips were just the perfect shade of pink and were pierced. Overall, he is not bad, just gave off this bad boy energy. He did not really fall short when it comes to being handsome.

The celebrities stood on the red carpet in front of the dome, striking poses for the reporters, waving at their screaming fans, signing autographs. Suddenly, the air became heavy with anticipation as a sleek black Mercedes Benz AMG rolled to a stop in front of the dome. Everyone strained their eyes, trying to peer into the car to see the occupant but it was useless due to the tinted windows glasses. They watched with their hearts in their mouths, as the driver went round to the owners corner and opened the door with a flourish. Damien emerged from the car, standing tall at six-foot-four, the lights flaring from the dome, glinting off his styled, long blonde hair, giving him some kind ofl hal

My hand slid under the shirt and cupped her bare breast, thumb brushing her nipple until it hardened. “Good morning, little muse,” I murmured against her lips. “We have a visitor coming today. Damien Black my rival artist. I want you close to me the whole time. Understand?” “Yes, sir,” she whispered, cheeks already turning pink. “I’ll be good.” When Damien arrived at noon, he strutted in like he owned the studio tall, sharp suit, that fake charming smile. His eyes locked on Lila immediately. She stood beside me in a short silk robe, the hem barely covering her ass.

He had a frown on his face, and she wondered what he was thinking about. "Take a picture, darling, it last longer. But then again, I doubt you'll need one as you'll be seeing me each day." Damien leaned into her and whispered. "Whoever said I was staring at you? And why would you think I need a picture of you?" she rolled her eyes. "I know I am the best-looking werewolf out here, and you know the most powerful, so it only makes sense if you see me as an imaginary extraordinary creature," Damien said, glancing at her briefly with a smirk adorning his face before looking elsewhere.

He tilted his head as he tried to examine the little figure she hugged in her arms. Meanwhile Darell’s outward appearance looked frail, Damian’s was fierce and unapproachable. One side of his head was cut and faded while the other had hair that stretched down close to nose. He had a neatly cut beard across his jawlines and chin and a pair of amber eyes resembling hers. “Hmm. A boy.” Damian hummed, “Is he a worthy rival though?” At that Denise didn’t hide her glare, “What do you mean?” She moved back instinctively but only got to take one step before she felt two arms press against her back. One belonged to Jack, while the other to none other than Kain.

Damian said after he was also done dressing. He was dressed in sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. He still managed to look hot in just simple wear, he held out his hand which I took. Damian is very charming and romantic, that's how it makes him the perfect serial killer. He can pick any girl of the street with ease and because the girls are willing no one will suspect anything.

He did so. Dami didn't only see himself as a boss he saw himself as a king.His love for white color made his house inner painting white colour. He also had a picture of a flying dragon with fire in it's mouth hung on the wall in the sitting room,the same exact tattoo he had on his chest. Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing.