Damien Crowe Novels & Stories

"Where is he Damien. He held her gaze for a moment. Then looked at Cole. Cole was already on his phone. "Crestwood," he said thirty seconds later. His voice was very flat. "He's in Crestwood. He's been there all night." A pause. "He's not hiding." "He's waiting," Rain said. "Yes," Damien said quietly. "He is." Rain looked at the file. At seventeen years of her father's obsession spread across a table. At her mother's name in the margins of too many pages. At the chain of events that had started before she was born and had been moving toward this moment since.

he says. "You see grey." I lean forward. "What about the grey of a morning that hasn't decided yet whether it's going to be good. What about the grey of a city street after rain when everything is clean and slightly reflective. What about—" I pause for effect, "—the grey of a couch that has been slept on by a man who is too tall for it for two weeks." There is a pause. A very small pause. And then Damien Cole, private security contractor, former military, man of controlled stillness and professional distance and reading glasses and three locks every night — laughs

"He'll let me up." He didn't look convinced. But he picked up the phone, murmured into it, and a long, awful minute later, nodded at the lifts. "Penthouse, madam." The door opened before she could knock. Damien stood there in a blue T-shirt and black trousers, barefoot, hair rumpled like he'd been dragging his hands through it all night. Stubble on his jaw. Dark smudges under his eyes. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in days, and for one treacherous second her

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

"W—Where’s the alpha? Where's Drake? " Her voice trembled. Emily was trembling and afraid when she saw that Dillon was not with the alpha. Dillon’s expression was expressionless; his head looked down at the ground; his shoulders slumped, and his hands were full of blood. "Dillon..." Emily’s voice cracked. I’m asking you, where’s the alpha?!" She growled; she was on the verge of crying. "Why aren’t you with him?! What happened with the explosion? "

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Damien, quit it.” “You’re psychic. How did you know it was me?” he asked with amusement playing on his face. “You’re the only one who annoys me to death.” I started, looking back at my phone. Damien is my twin brother. He is tall, buff. He has dark brown hair, ruby eyes, strong eyebrows and an angular jaw. He was dressed in a gray three-piece tux, his hair gelled back. “You look human,” I quipped. “Still the MD.” He added.

I start off towards the cemetery. He doesn't question me and instead follows my lead. We enter the cemetery as I walk towards a big headstone. Sean Mayflower Dedicated War Hero and Family Man 1089-1130 A stray tear slips out as I sit down in front of the grave. "Hi Dad." Damian sits down beside me. He places a hand on my shoulder. "I'd like for you to meet Damian. He's my boyfriend. Mom approves of him but I figured you'd like to meet him. I promise he's treating me well. You know I'd kick his ass if he didn't." I chuckle a little but it's half hearted. "Mom is doing good and so is Rose. Her little boy Jacob is growing up fast. He just turned 12. He hopes to be just like you someday. Binx is

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I was very impressed by his skills which is another reason why he's my second in command. I also have been getting grief from my ma, she called to call me horrible names for causing the murder of Antonio and then told me she's had a funeral for him in Italy. The bastard doesn't deserve a funeral but I understand that she is grieving for him. She did love him after all. I hear a knock at my office door and I tell them to come in, my fingers still typing an email to Leonardo as I take a drag of the cigarette in my other hand. "Hey," Damian says as he comes into my office in only a pair of low riding sweatpants. My eyes stay trained on his happy trail and very visible v line which makes him smi

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”