Damian Hooky Novels & Stories

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.

A low gasp ran across the crowd and a yellow light came up, shining just at the spot where Damian was seated. Damian began playing the guitar—a soft, enchanting sound that brought a calmness to the whole place. He played for a while, blending his flawless voice with the music. Wow! It was so cool. I wasn't a big fan of music, but Damian’s songs made me appreciate it. Not like I’mfan-girling over him or something; I'm just stating the fact—he's a truly great artist. The song was slow, romantic, and emotional, and I presumed he was yet to release it since no one in the crowd seemed familiar with it.

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.

This desire lived only inside him, coiled tight and burning hot, eating him alive. But even as the shame crushed him, another truth pulsed stronger. He would do it again. He would stand, wait, obey, suffer—anything Damian asked. Not because he was forced. Not because he had no choice. Because he wanted to. The admission sat heavy in his chest, terrifying and liberating all at once. There was no denying it anymore. He was hooked. And he craved more. The evening hummed with the usual rhythm of the house. The faint sound of Lily’s music drifted from upstairs, her laughter echoing as she talked on the phone.

Damian gave me a few thrusts before he came undone. He hugged me tightly as I panted, tears falling down my eyes. “I love you” He whispered. A loud knock came in immediately. I stood up, gathered my things, and scampered into the bathroom. I peeped through the door as Adrain walked in “I can perceive Selene’s scent in here, what were you both doing?” He asked, squinting his eyes at Damian. Damian cleared his throat, saying “Why are you here?” He asked. He scanned the room before returning his gaze to Damian “Dorathus has been apprehended” My eyes widened.

I know another place where I would like her to turn that red. "A random hook-up." I narrowed my eyes at her. Did she just call me a random hook-up? "Mmhmm." Francesca was clearly enjoying this. "Was he any good?" The tint on her cheeks deepened to a beautiful cherry red. Those cheeks looked so kissable right now. Wait, what am I thinking? The lips looked kissable. Not the cheeks. "He was... okay," I smirked. There, she had done it. . . . ___________________________________

Damian was still holding me. The question bothering me was how she managed to get inside despite the tight security of Damian's? " how?" Damian glared at her. She laughs. " Alpha Damian Black. The most powerful Alpha of the Blue moon city, failed to identify a traitor in his own pack? What a pity!!" her laugh filled the whole room. ********************************************************************************************** Everyone was shocked. Damian glared at our people. They all flinched due to his intimidating aura. We saw Neal approaching Qiatssiah, smirking.

The kind of men your mom would warn you to stay far, far away from. Austin grinned. “Missy, meet the crew.” The tallest one reached us first, his dark hair slicked back, a silver ring glinting on his finger. “This her? The girl you’ve been hiding?” Austin shot him a look, but there was a playful edge to it. “Missy, this is Damian.” Damian’s smirk was wicked, his eyes scanning me unapologetically before he reached out to shake my hand. “Red suits you.” I managed a weak smile, my cheeks burning.

A group of four friends who loved hanging out for an insane number of hours in the evenings to pop bear kept throwing arguments about the top one news in New Jersey. “Son of bitches. Thank God my father wasn't this useless. relieve him of his balls.” Damian whispered above his voice, dragged the last pinch of his cigarette and dumped the stump, stamping his feet to put off the fire. “Any useful information yet?” he demanded raising a brow. One just had to say yes to his every demand or get punched in the face. Damian never takes no for an answer, one just had to find a way to incorporate a yes in his/her responses to Damian’s demands or questions.