Novel & Cerita Damian Hooky

, Damian revealed pointing towards his mobile. "How did you get that?"She asked ,her eyes popping out in shock. "Don't forget that whatever I want I make it happen either by Hook or by crook."He smirked, staring at her. "So what's our next plan?",Stella asked. "Let them spend some time so that when I will reveal his identity in front of her then he would feel that exact pain from his heartbreak, which my sister had suffered because of his betrayal."Damian whined in pain, recalling those memories.

Romano said, extending his hand for his handshake while feeding his ego. Damian made no attempt to shake him. He only took the hoodie cover off his head and returned his hands to his pocket. “I haven't heard of any Romano. You might not be as popular in the real world.” Damian replied calmly, bruising Romano's already flattered ego.

I pulled back the heavy, ornate wooden door and let it swing open. Damian's intense brown eyes drilled into mine. I knew he was searching for signs of addiction. I let him look, knowing there were none to be found. His breath slowly expelled and the corners of his mouth lifted. He had the devil's smile to match his name. "It's good to see you," he said, in that strong resonant voice I'd missed so much. "Then I'm hoping you'll let me stay."

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.

I declined, “Thanks, but I don’t drink.” “You’re missing out on some rich wine,” he tsked as he took a sip and set the glass down. “What do you want to talk to me about?” I asked. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier,” he stretched out his hand, and we shook, “I’m Damian.” The name suited him fine and reminded me of those mafia lords. “Do you like your life here?” His question caught me off guard. My eyebrows creased, “What do you mean?”

Hе didn’t rеspond. “I don’t know why I kееp trying,” I whispеrеd. “Shе doеsn’t sее mе. I could win thе Nobеl Pеacе Prizе and shе’d say I lookеd fat in thе photos.” Damian chucklеd, low and quiеt. “That sounds about right.” I lookеd at him. Rеally lookеd. Evеn undеr thе porch light, hе lookеd pеrfеct. Sharp jaw. Dark stubblе. His tattoos pееkеd out from undеr his slееvеs.

“I know I’m just a nominal Luna and I have no right to expect you to stay loyal to me. It’s part of our contract, no? I’ll accept it as long as you keep your part of the bargain. You need to help me seize back my pack and my company.” Damien stepped closer and pinched my chin so I wouldn’t escape his gaze, even though I had always looked into his eyes ever since we started our conversation. He growled with his eyes kept changing between his eyes and his wolf’s. “Tell me the truth,” he snarled. “Did you really feel nothing about what you saw before? That you were okay with me kissing another woman? Or even fucking them? Tell me straight to my face that you feel nothing.” Was he angry? But why

None of them could stop blabbering about Grandmasters son Hendric; they heard he was, quote, ‘dreamy’ and had high hopes of falling under his b***s if it turned out to be the truth. Damian had put his second in command in the first car cuz even though Noah was initially supposed to travel with him, his constant yakking of finding a witch female to spend the night with had really started to get on his nerves. Damian was well aware that it was a running joke around the pack that he was 27 and still not mated at his age, and he did not want that trip to turn into yet another session of “let’s find what is wrong with Damian” quizzes.

I interrupted him and hugged him again. During this time, Damian's phone rang which he picked immediately. He was silent for a while listening to the other end before responding swifty, "Find him with silver and make him ready to face the council" "Who's that?" I asked curiously. He smiled softly, "Oh that's Luca. He's asking why to do with Lycan Xavier"

And that’s when it hit me. Damien Lockewood — with all his jet-black perfection and piercing blue eyes — was a certified, grade-A asshole. Oh, shoot me now.