Damian Vance Novels & Stories

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

He said it with a smirk. Damian's eyes narrowed to slits. "And you must be the 'friend'. Julian Vance." He sneered the name as if it tasted foul in his mouth. "A word of advice, Vance. Keep your hands, and your business lunches to yourself. My wife doesn't need your kind of 'concern'."

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.”

Valerie gasped, taking a sharp step backward in surprise, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. The driver’s side door threw open with violent force. Damian Vance stepped out of the sports car. He wore his expensive leather jacket, his dark hair slightly messy, his face twisted into an arrogant, condescending smirk. He adjusted his cuffs, stepping onto the sidewalk and looking down at Valerie as if she were an ungrateful child throwing a bitter, temper tantrum. "Well, well, well," Damian sneered, his voice dripping with condescending superiority. "I had to search half the city to find you, Valerie."

I tried to lift my fingers when one of the nurses screamed, "doctor she just moved her hand. The doctor came to my bedside and started another routine of checks up. Moments later, I heard the nurses telling people not to disturb me, they were Beatrice Lucas and Damian. Damian sat on my right, Beatrice on my left while Lucas stood at another end. Damian look exhausted with bloodstains on his shirt, he had a little bandage on his wrist. He took my hand and said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should have left you angry, please forgive me." I opened my eyes and saw his head was down. "Damian" I called out, my voice still faint and weak, but loud enough for those with me to hear.

Eric Damian, for a moment, was lost in some thoughts known to him alone. “Well, I am a Liberian, so I guess books are part of life so to speak,” Vivian said with a funny light laugh and Damian offered the slightest of smiles as he returned back to the stool to sit. However he stood back up from where he sat, rather in a haste, as if he just remembered he had something cooking on the stove and needed to check it urgently. He walked straight towards Vivian, who took some steps backwards, wondering what he wanted to do. Damian's face was stern and serious, showing that he was not joking around and meant business.

The Mafia King even had the police eating out of his hands and was untouchable. Whereas Damien was the techy business survey one. An expert in all things business and the money generator of the family. Both were the pride of joys to their Father for their accomplishments and talents which had made his legacy grow to what it was now. “IS it about Ava,” Upon hearing say her name, Damien quickly turned and glared at his brother. Wondering how he already knew about her, Was it Ben? Had his assistant ran his mouth, Damien could not help but wonder,

she blushed, handing him the mp4 player. “Okay,” Damian smirked as he was sure that his roommate would be too excited to hear this. “Well, I should go. Bye, Avery.” he smiled to his friend. “Bye, Dam.” “I'll come to see you tonight after I finish work.” “Okay.” “Emma, please take care of her,” Damian whispered to the tall girl, who chuckled. “Don't worry about this. I'll treat her like my daughter.” “You have great potential, Mr Foster.” Damian's boss smiled at him after listening to some of his new mixes.

He admired what Damien was doing amidst grief. " What are you waiting for? Track this number down for me. I need it in twenty minutes. They shouldn't have gone far." Damien murmured the latter part of the sentence. He wanted to be by Zeta's side all day, he wanted her to open her eyes. " Get out now." He repeated calm manner, which made Daniel's hands speed over the keyboard like lightning. He had to connect to his server at home and the tracking began. Damien wanted to call Alpha Paul. In times like this, one needed all the support he could get from people that have connections.

and Damien who has proven to be a great asset to have. Irk and Tanner started arguing when we arrived and Damien seemed to be the only one who could calm them down, I think it was because he's staked like a brick house, and both Irk and Tanner seemed to have started to drool once they saw him. I ship them all three of them. Insert evil laugh here. “You have our blessing” an Asian looking man who’s just as hot as YS but way older says as he comes to shake both mine and Viktor’s hands.