Damian Hooky Novels & Stories

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

Abigail asked, " well I don't know I guess there's nothing that has been able to make me lighten up, and I've seen a lot" he replied, " do you like me sir" she asked again, " well you are a very likeable person so why not" he replied l, " and please call me Damian" he said. " Ok Mr Damian, I know you know the type of like I'm talking about , the other day in the office for example "she said, " oh umm, i, what, do you think it's hot in here" he replied.

Not one for unnecessary attention, Damian gave his speech and concluded it within a minute after Sasha insisted that he should introduce himself formally to the rest of the party. “I’m Damian from the Gorski scientist family. Although I’m under investigation to clear my family’s sins, I hope you will give me a chance to prove myself in dungeons and events. Also, as you can see,” motioning to the newly installed fridge and microwave behind, “I’m good at technology. If you need assistance, send me a message. My batteries are low, so I’ll leave to charge them if there are no other questions.” It was an excuse, but nobody bothered to expose Damian’s lie. The cyborg couldn’t eat anything, and for

"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

“So, are you going to introduce yourself one last time before we change your identity and send you off to Italy?” For the first time, he smiled. It wasn’t wide, not smug—just small, tired, like a man letting out a secret he’d been holding too tightly. He took the glass. “My name is Damian.” I repeated it under my breath, tasting it. “Damian.” I tilted my head, studying him the way I might study a chess piece before deciding where it fit on the board. “And who, Damian, is the person that has it out for Harvest Bloom?”

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he pulled me closer into his chest. His eyes flickered to Henry, and the grin widened just a bit before he dropped the grenade on them, voice calm, like he was talking about the weather. “I’m Damian,” he said. “Cindy’s boyfriend.” What! Damian?! He let the silence stretch, letting it sink in. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all.”

"But I'm curious, is that the extent of the issue between you and Miya?" Damian took action in response to the question. He swiped at the red icon on the screen without saying goodbye to the person he was talking to on the phone. Damian thought to himself, "This is useless." He drove back to his vehicle quietly, his hands quickly searching for the contact he needed. Marcus Whitney.

he grimaced, smacking his lips as the bitter taste from the vomit was still evident. He brushed a hand through his hair before walking to the sink; opening the faucet, he placed his hands under it and let out a sigh as the coolness of the water seeped through him. Damien was barely drunk. He could drink as many bottles as he desired, but he had passed his limit yesterday. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Even though he had willed himself many times not to, his thoughts kept returning to her. He loved her. He fucking loved Emberlynn Evergreen. All the things Roy said were correct.

Damian commanded water and commanded it well, but he wasn't as versatile as Skylar. Instead of relying solely on his own style, Damian adapted. He didn't try to break Sky's rhythm by force-he blended into it. His steps mirrored the subtle shifts of the dance, and instead of defending blindly, he timed his own strikes accordingly. For a fleeting moment, he caught a glimmer of respect in Skylar's eyes.