Damian Hooky Novels & Stories

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

Damian declared with a glint of anticipation in his eyes, his excitement palpable. My gaze met his, and I couldn't help but acknowledge his undeniable attractiveness. Standing at an imposing six feet tall, he possessed dark brown hair expertly styled in the latest fashion. Presently, his hair fell in a tousled manner, as if he had casually ruffled it to frame his face. However, there was something unsettling about his piercing eyes. Their intense blue hue seemed to possess an eerie transparency, making me wary and cautious. "Hurry up, or I'll add extra lashes to your punishment," Damian urged impatiently, his eagerness pushing him forward.

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"

Seeing her best friend not waking up, Avery smirked, knowing one of his weaknesses. Damian was ticklish. She sat on his thighs and started tickling his waist with her fingers. “No!” Damian shouted and started laughing, “No! Ave! Stop please!” he lied on his stomach, bursting out laughing as he couldn’t control it. “Avery fucking Jones!” Damian's screams and laughs could be heard all around the small loft. Avery was now smiling proudly, staring at her best friend, who was already up and washing his face. “Chocolate?” Tom asked.

I wrapped myself in a robe and walked out slowly. Damian stood near the table, his jacket already removed, his sleeves rolled just slightly as he poured a drink from the bar. He turned to look at me. “You left early,” he said. “I spilled wine on myself,” I replied. “Do you think I made the right call today with Harvey?” I asked quietly. Damian’s expression hardened slightly, not toward me, but toward the thought. “You did what you thought was best.” “That is not an answer,” I said.

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

(that man is loud) “We all know Damian. Sorry man, but Sullen and angry is Damian’s usual self, if anything he’s been more pleasant the last two days,” Spooky smirks. Chuckles and nods of ascent roll through the crowd, I expect Damian to react, but he is still holding my hand that is on his and gazing at me with affection, a slight nod to Spooky is the only reaction from him. “He did have a rough time sleeping and was restless, but he is often restless on missions. So, I can’t say anything definitively.”

Kyle sighed. Damian stared at his friends. He saw how they went from surprised and excited to sad and pouting. He wanted their smile to be back, and also his to remain forever. He always secretly liked singing, but he never thought about being an artist. His love for fashion made him completely forget this possibility. "What about I part-time study and part-time be part of your group," he said, smiling at them. "Can you do it, babe?" Peter asked, and Damian nodded, "I'd be happy to join."

"All things being equal, if Thymoquinone keeps behaving itself, two weeks, tops, and in a month's time, we would have Exceva ready for the world." He beamed proudly and I managed a smile. I was happy I had hired him. His expertise as head molecular biologist was invaluable. Infact, my whole team was highly invaluable. My joy was however tainted when I remembered how I had messed up last week with the Department of justice's drug enforcement administration. My phone vibrated in my pocket, startling me out of my thoughts. "Yes, Kelly, what is it?" "I just got off the phone with Mr. Hendricks. He said the DEA will give you a second chance. In his exact words - Don't fuck it up this time around.