Damian Hooky Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.”

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.

"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?”

The boss looked at his right-hand man and ordered, “Hawk, go and take a look. See if they have regained consciousness.” “Yes, boss.” Seeing that they had taken the bait and one of them was coming over, Damian stood behind the door quietly. He balled his hands into fists, and he was ready to attack. Hawk opened the door, but he did not see Damian or Aria anywhere. He was about to shout that no one was around, but Damian held him just in time and covered his mouth. He effortlessly twisted his neck, and a few seconds later, the man’s lifeless body lay on the ground.

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I asked, my voice barely audible over the bass and the layered sounds around us. When I didn’t get an answer right away, I glanced at Damian. His eyes were locked on the woman on the cross. They gleamed with that dark, delighted spark he only got when something truly fed his demons. You could see it if you looked close enough. The way his pupils widened. The subtle hitch in his breathing. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was already hard. “Yeah,” he finally replied, never taking his gaze off her. So he had heard me. “I like the idea of combining pain with pleasure. That’s my kink.”