Novel & Cerita Damian Hooky

"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.

"I orchestrated everything. Yes, Emberlynn had grown annoying and suspicious. She wasn't really that useless, but with the flick of my tongue and fingers, she seemed to forget everything she was doing. And I only need her for the time being." Damien listened to everything Lucian had said, including sleeping with her to make her forget whatever she intended to ask him. Damien gritted his teeth and was tempted to lunge at Lucian, but he was pulled back by the chains holding him. Even if he had the opportunity to hit Lucian, there was no way he could reach him in the dratted cell he was kept in. "Just wait until I leave this fucking jail; your head is the first I shall rip off," Damien vowed.

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.

And I had shattered my fair share of glasses as well. To cover for past, potentially present and future shattering, I pulled out a wad of cash and slammed it on the table. I then looked up at the bartender, I’d come to know as Damian. He was a cool fellow, inhuman, and made the best spiked beverages this side of the hemisphere. Especially, considering what type of inhuman he was. I’d crossed him in passing a few times, and in Shadow Veil. He was a vampire, and though it pained me to say it, the most likable one to date.

Kimberly said firmly mixed with real panic. “Call my name, and I will let you go,” Damian whispered again while roughly caressing her cheek. “Damian Darrel, let me go!” Kimberly said firmly, breathing heavily with emotion. Damian smiled mysteriously. He released his hug on Kimberly. But unfortunately, he didn’t really let go. He pulled Kimberly’s chin, bringing her lips closer to his. “You’re like a wild tiger when angry. I like your anger, Kim,” he whispered hoarsely.

(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.”