Damian Hooky Novels & Stories

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

The heavy door at the back of the room opened with a soft, rubbery *swoosh* of weather-stripping. Damien Blackwood walked in alone. He didn't carry a briefcase, nor did he bring a team of standard defense associates. He wore a dark, form-fitting knit sweater that emphasized the broad line of his shoulders—the same shoulders Elias had dug his fingernails into while the generator hummed beneath them. Between his thumb and forefinger, Damien held a single black data stick, its silver casing catching the sharp glare of the window blinds as he moved toward the right side of the aisle.

She was suddenly a fan girl and brought pause. “That’s me, guilty as charged.” He semi-leaned on the hood and looked her over. “I have to say, she is sexy, but I might have been wrong, you might be a little sexier.” He grinned. “I’m Luke, some call me Damian in private, and others call me a bastard. You, however, can call me anything you want.” He was hitting on her hard. “I’m Hope,” she said looking him over.

Damian laid in his tub, head to the ceiling as he soaked in the hot water that had now turned warm, it felt nice, he didn't want to leave the comfort he was feeling right now and walk out that door into the world that wanted nothing but to see him fail, He couldn't let that happen though, he wouldn't let that happen, too many sacrifices had been made for him to get to this point and he fully intended on staying at this point for as long as God would let him. He closed his eyes and fully immersed himself in his thought when he heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened followed by the soft and gentle footsteps that he now knew were Luca's, He opened his mouth to say something cocky and

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

Thirty Seconds Damian was staring at the surveillance photographs of Red Hook Maritime Freight when his phone rang, an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen, and something in his chest seized violently before he'd even fully registered answering it. "Hello?" Damian. Her voice, cracked and desperate and utterly, unmistakably hers, tore through him like a physical blow. Damian, it's me. I don't have much time.

“Yes. Everyone and their moms are into me.” Oh wow, who would've thought that the school's golden boy was a raging egomaniac. “Nahh dude, I'm still putting my money against that. I'm not even sure the dude’s completely straight.” Damian scoffed, and I heard the unmistakable sound of him taking a long, slow swallow of his drink. “You're blind then, and I'll totally enjoy proving you wrong when I finally show you the video of him on his knees with my cock in his pretty mouth.”

she lied smoothly, biting her tongue to keep from smiling. Damian pulled back, a soft smile on his face. “I see… a text from Julian is a meme? Amazing.” “Damian… it’s not…” “You don’t have to explain, baby. As long as you don’t forget who gave you a name when you were just a number in hell, we’re good. Text him back… he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” “I will…” Damian stood up. “Who knows? If he’s getting comfortable with you, that’s the only way you can get this done quickly.” He took one last sip of his coffee. “I’ll be outside for a bit.”

"Crazy how, sir?" Damian sighed again, longer this time. "I feel like I'm falling in love with Yara." Hugo looked at him with an incredulous expression, then shook his head. "Oh my, Mr. Damian. Do you realize what you just said?" Damian leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "I realize. And it sucks." Hugo chuckled, though there was a sardonic tone in it. "What about your grudge, sir? Have you forgotten your original purpose?"

“You show up at my house in the middle of the night, tell me you saw me die, and act like this is some kind of game.” “It is a game,” he says. “You just haven’t learned the rules yet.” I swallow hard. “Who are you?” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “Someone who doesn’t like being ignored.” I meet his gaze, refusing to back down. “I don’t even know your name.” “Damian,” he says. “But you’ll remember it eventually.” “Eventually? A slow smile spreads across his face. “We’ve done this before.” The words land heavy, like a punch to the gut. “What are you talking about?”