Damian Desmond Novels & Stories

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

“We need eyes in his alliances. The packs that owe him fealty. The ones that trade through his borders. I want every den, every crossing point, every hidden route marked. He can hide from me, but he can’t hide from what’s loyal to him. I’ll find her through them.” Damian hesitated. “And if you do? Have you thought of what you would do if she willingly went to him, Liam? I understand that you want to believe that she didn’t, but my question is, if she did. What are you going to do about it? Because it seems to me that you are not thinking clearly when it comes to that.”

“This message is for the remaining Viper operatives. The time has come to revive the order. The Novairs are to be exterminated. Priority targets: Sebastian. Alessio. Kierra and that thieving bitch, Melanie” Hearing my name made my stomach lurch. “Secondary targets: Alexandrei Reyes, and little Tobias.” Aemond cursed under his breath. "What the fuck is going on?! Even the child?!" “Pause it,” I ordered. Alex froze the video. “I recognize the voice,” I murmured. “Modulated, but… it’s him.” “Who?” I asked. “D-Desmond.” I felt the blood drain from my face. Sebastian cursed, pacing. “Desmond Hail. Of course. He mentored Damian. Taught him how to build power from ashes. I should’ve seen it this co

He was at least better than the rest, but they all shared one common thing–NO FREEDOM. He covered his blanket head to toe and unwrapped the note his brother gave him.. and a deep frown courted his face at the first read: Damian is still alive but hospitalized. But he is as good as dead lying half-dead since the bullet ruptured his spinal cord. He barely can think or do a thing for himself. So, the complainant will be ruled absent from judgment in court. Don’t fret. That's our script. Do not plead guilty. Don’t trust any prison warder, 90% work for him.

“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.

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

“ Boss, I finished fixing those cameras. Would you like me to hook them up?” Creed asked holding them in his hands “Yes.” “ you okay sir?” Creed asks “ Yes, I'm fine.” “ Are you sure? You look heartbroken” he mocked drawing tears with his finger down his cheek “ how can I be heartbroken when me and her aren’t even together?” I hissed “ say that to your face” he chuckled walking away “ fucking prick” I mumble to myself

the inspector replied to me. Cami slammed her cuffed fist on the table, “what are you aiming for Devin, huh?” her cold blue eyes darting sharp daggers aimed at me. “Tell me the truth!” I matched her tone. “I did nothing wrong!” she screamed back. “Are you sure?” I hold my phone, “Jameson found this recording of your phone call to Diego-” “Devin, I’m here, waiting to be placed in prison while you and your precious family are happy. It could’ve been us,” her tears welled, “it could’ve been us if you only looked for me, I wanted you to find me…”