Damian Hooky Novels & Stories

Rough. Minimal. Cold. “You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him. I scoffed lightly. “I don’t want to be.” I crossed my arms. “But I need to tell you about Damian.” Cain folded his arms across his chest. “I’m listening.” That was…Unexpectedly easy. I took a breath. “Damian is a very sly man,” I began, putting extra emphasis on the word. “And he doesn’t need to be physically stronger than you to win.”

“Both. I’ve got… motivation now.” Damian raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. That was why we worked as friends. He never dug too deep unless I wanted him to. We talked for a while longer — about school, the upcoming hockey tryouts, some girl he’d been seeing on and off. Normal shit. Surface shit. It helped. Eventually, Damian’s attention drifted down to the dance floor. His eyes locked on a group of strippers working the poles near the VIP section. One in particular — a tall, dark-haired girl with legs for days and barely-there red lingerie — caught his interest.

He looked at his phone and smiled. Since his friend, Dean knew of his love for Arya, he had been trying to pair them up. Him calling, asking him to be Arya’s romance counselor was just another third wheel moment. “Sir Damien, should I drop you off and go to Mr. Ernest Stark to give him more wedding details?” Butler Jim asked while he drove. Damien looked up from his phone. “Yes please, do that.” “Very well, would you call me when you want me to pick you up?” Butler Jim asked again.

"Her name is Chloe. She's a veterinarian. Works with injured birds and stray cats. She has no idea who I am. She thinks I'm a middle manager at a tech company." "You're lying to her?" "I'm protecting myself." Damian shrugged. "If she likes me when she thinks I'm nobody, then maybe she's worth keeping around. If she only likes me for the money and the name, then I know before I get hurt." I laughed. "That's the most Damian thing I've ever heard." He smiled. "I try." We sat in silence for a while. The crickets kept singing. Somewhere inside, Lily turned over in her bed.

His words cut through the air, causing more harm I smirked, leaning in "Well you were looking for a hook-up the other night and you made her homeless the next day" Damian mouth went dry, his words vanishing. The staff member looked on complete shock and confusion. I wanted nothing to do with this man, but the more I tried to pull away, the deeper I seemed dto get pulled in

There was absolutely no way he's telling her about it. He doesn't want her to be distracted and let her emotions get the best of her… She was his wild card and secret weapon which could potentially destroy that man… “Just you wait my dear friend, it's gonna get pretty wild soon..” Damian chuckled lightly as he placed the cigarette in between his lips and lit it up… Damian was secretly an introverted person and didn't have any friends.. He was always by himself and only enjoyed the company of his alcohol and cigarettes.. They were his best buddies…

After hours of pounding music at Babylon House, the penthouse silence felt thick enough to choke on. She couldn't stop seeing his face. Richard Holbrook. The man who'd taught her chess when she was twelve. Who'd cried at her father's funeral. Who'd crawled naked across marble tonight, high on Glimmer, reduced to pure animal need. If someone like Richard could fall that far, what hope did any of them have? The elevator chimed. Damian entered quietly. He'd shed his jacket somewhere between the car and here. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up, showing the fresh bandages where her stitches held his wounds together.

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”