Damian Desmond Novels & Stories

Turning away from the scene, Madison grabbed a glass of wine from a waiter that was passing by, and tipped the glass, swallowing the contents although Grace tried to stop her. She was anything but okay and so she wouldn’t stop until she was a bit fine maybe. Her chest still heaving, she grabbed another drink and let the bouncers lead them out of the club albeit slowly. She had given up! She just wanted to get out of this place. ……. Damien felt fire flow through his veins as he landed the final blow on the bloodied face of the last man, and then he stood up kicking hard at the both of them. He was still shaking all over with anger.

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.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

The bear ignored him, continuing to shred the contents of the backpack. He found his spot and gathered himself for one more leap. This time the bear wouldn't be able to swipe at him so easily, or put as much force into a swing. He didn't need to have another one of those. When the bear shoved its head into the food wrappings, Damien made his move. He shot forward, digging his muzzle into the open wound on the bear's neck, reaching that prize, the jugular and the windpipe in one bite. He bit down as hard as he could, locking his jaws down on those precious tubes of life-sustaining flesh and muscle.

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“What do you mean?” I leaned back against the bench and exhaled quietly. “Maybe because my relationship with Damian didn’t work out, I felt yours wouldn’t either. Desmond had some of the same patterns Damian had and I think it scared me that you’d go through the same thing I went through." Just hearing Damian’s name irritated me instantly. Damian Tami Dubois. God. That guy was such an asshole. “Bri…” Zara started carefully but I cut her off immediately. “No really,” I said quietly. “Damian was such a dick, Zara. And maybe somewhere in my head I convinced myself Desmond would eventually become the same way too.”

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

He didn't want to show his excitement. " The mine isn't in full operation yet. We still need to get some paperwork done." Damien shook hands with Neon who was over the moon with the discovery. Their salaries would surely increase. Damien was a fair boss. " I'll see you around." Damien said, and entered into his car. On his way home, his head began to calculated everything he could do with the mine. The seed of owning a jewelry store was planted in his mind, and it swirled with the endless possibilities he could turn them into.

~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.