Novel & Cerita Damian Hooky

Maybe the members could actually help me, with that i decided to d******d the platform and get into the group. Operation: Seduce Damian is ongoing.

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

He's wearing an open black shirt and tight leather pants which make him look way too hot for one person. "Hello," I answer back, unsure of his intentions. "I'm Damian, and you are?" He asks. "I'm Marcus," I say and he smiles more. "So Marcus, what are you doing here tonight?" "Well I'm supposed to be looking for a hookup but I don't know who's gay and who's not," I say while my eyes scan the crowd again. "I'm gay," he answers with a smirk and I blush bright red. Why does his smile do that to me?

There was absolutely no way he's telling her about it. He doesn't want her to be distracted and let her emotions get the best of her… She was his wild card and secret weapon which could potentially destroy that man… “Just you wait my dear friend, it's gonna get pretty wild soon..” Damian chuckled lightly as he placed the cigarette in between his lips and lit it up… Damian was secretly an introverted person and didn't have any friends.. He was always by himself and only enjoyed the company of his alcohol and cigarettes.. They were his best buddies…

He just let the newcomer linger in uncertainty before finally flipping on his bike’s headlight. The man flinched and quickly shielded his eyes. “You were the one who contacted me?” He asked. “Detective Davies?” Damian’s asked calmly.. A second of silence then.. “Yeah. You said you had something for me.” Damian smirked in the dark. “Oh, I do.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the handlebars. “I know where the Hellfangs are meeting tonight”

he joked. A hushed giggle surged through my mouth, "Far out," I quipped. "You have a kink like that? Who would think that someone as reserved as you would like that? And don't worry, I will speak up for you," "Thanks," he replied. "So, about your question, I know Mr Blackwood can tell that the boy is being dishonest." Just then, my eyes moved to scan Arvall, who said, "The closest base Damian has is in Cheshire Avenue, Los Angeles. He is planning to strike tonight."

He asks while introducing himself. Beta Damian is a little on the short side for a werewolf of rank. He’s about 6ft, has sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He’s well-built and has tattooed sleeves. He has a well-maintained beard, almost short enough to only be called stubble. It works for him.

Damian looked at his face with murderous eyes and punched on his already bruised jaw hard making blood splatter from his mouth with bone cracking voice, Johnathan stumbled back and was about to fall on the floor but Damian grabbed him by his collar. "You bastard, when I clearly told you that she is not available then how dare you touch her..." Every cell in Johnathan's body filled with fear when he realised that his death is standing in front of him, he knows the consequences of disrespecting Damian and now no one can save him from his wrath... "Please trust me, she threw herself on me and when I denied she attacked me..." He again lied... "You fucking liar..." Damian punched him in the stom

“But we’ll… get better.” He inhaled shakily, relief flooding his features. I hid my smirk behind a sip of juice. Hook one placed. Hook two would come easier. After breakfast, Damien hovered again pretending he had things to do in the living room, rearranging books he’d already alphabetized, straightening cushions that didn’t need straightening. Every few minutes his gaze flicked toward me, soft, hopeful, and pathetically breakable. He wanted closeness. He wanted forgiveness. He wanted her.

he grumbled, very cakey. “Dami… DAMIAN!” “Patience, Honey!” Unknowingly… he answered like that. “Damn it!” ***