Damian Desmond Novels & Stories

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

“ Stop acting like a child . I have something serious to tell you . “ said Damian , sitting down at the couch . “ Something serious ?……..Did you perhaps sleep with Antonio again ? You should hurry up admit your feelings towards him . “ said Derrick with a serious expression . “ No , it’s not that . Also , I don’t have feelings for him . I just like him . Like and love are different from one another . “ said Damian . “ Yeah ! Yeah ! Continue to lie to yourself . “ said Derrick with a tired look in his face . The servant came to the room and brought the dinner and whispery as Damian ordered them then left . After that he started to look at the list Derrick handed him with the next jobs . “ I f

“It’s Mr. Osmond.” Damien groaned. “Put it on speaker.” The speaker crackled. Osmond’s voice oozed mockery. “Oh, Damien. Thought you were some big shot, huh? Mr. Untouchable? I told you at the conference— pride comes before the fall.” Damien’s jaw clenched. Osmond laughed. “You know, I should thank you. You made this easy. You built the roadmap. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show.”

After his dead Lunas, he must have been with several other shewolves to pass the time. And maybe she was reading too much meaning into what was happening, yet he wasn't proving her wrong. "You should get dressed," Damien said, climbing down from the bed. He did a little stretch before walking to the closet. He pulled out a white button-down shirt, slipped it on, and rolled his sleeves. A few top buttons were undone, allowing Emberlynn to catch glimpses of his dark mat hair. The matted hair she had played with the night before. "What's the occasion?" she asked, swallowing slowly as her gaze trailed down to the dark jeans he wore. It fitted his muscular build perfectly, and she conjured a vivi

Why was Eugene standing up for her as well? Their ties to Amelia weren't as innocent as they seemed. “I never thought I'd encounter such a shameless person in Critport," Desmond added with a faint, amused smile, raising his chin slightly as he stared down at Damian with a glint of disdain. "Looks like I'll need to speak with my grandfather once I'm back in Meloria, and have a word with some of the key players in our business circle." Damian’s complexion turned ashen. Even Desmond, who lived far away in Meloria, was threatening him, and all because of Amelia. He was being boxed in from every direction

**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

"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

Damian groaned, his hand already in motion, poised to tear the man's heart from his chest. A tap on Damian's shoulder halted his action halfway. "No one needs to die," Adams whispered to him. Damian glanced at Adams, who shook his head disapprovingly. However, Damian's anger still raged within him. "But he deserves death. He confessed in front of everyone to being part of a conspiracy to end your life," Damian argued. Adams knew that despite Damian's peculiar affection for him, his sudden anger was fueled by something or someone else, and he couldn't help but suspect that person was Clara.

Tom turned around to show off. “Sexy!” Avery exclaimed. “And who's this cute guy?” Tom pointed at Damian. “Your boyfriend?” “What?” Avery widened her eyes. “No! He's my—” she stared at Damian, not sure about what to say. “My best friend?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “You don't look so sure.” “I'm Damian Foster,” Damian shook Tom's hand. “Thomas Peterson, but you can call me Tom.” the model smiled. “I hope he was good to you, Ave.”

"I was starved Demmy, I needed to be touched and... “All you had to do was go meet him in Australia where he was, but you decided to cheat on him with his friend or will I say your best friend and you lie to our face he was our dear uncle... oh mother," Damien said shaking his head. “Please don't let William hear you, and how did you... “I'm Damien Willington.. don't be scared, I just want you to stop calling Arrya names," Damien said and left. " Demmy.. Demmy...." Maria called but Damien left her there as she fell to her knees in tears. She forgot she gave birth to a dangerous genius.