Damien Haas Movies Novels & Stories

“It’s all on there.” Damion wasted no time, crossing to his desk and plugging the drive into his laptop. The screen flickered to life as he opened the video file. The footage was grainy but clear enough. It showed a hotel hallway, the timestamp matching the night in question. He leaned forward, his jaw tightening as he watched himself stumble down the hall, clearly intoxicated. A woman appeared in the frame, her face partially obscured by the angle of the camera. Damion’s heart raced as he watched her guide him into a room, her movements careful yet familiar.

I got up and pushed out into the storm. Water soaks through the leather as I walk fast toward the subway entrance, heading home, the pavement slick and reflective under my boots, mind already shifting gears from killer to avenger. Damien's face from the news reel earlier tonight, smirking at some high-society gala, arm casually around some socialite who doesn't know the devil she's dancing with. Untouchable, they say. Not for long. Eclipse, his private club downtown. High-roller event tomorrow night.

Daniel asked. Liam smacked his tongue as his phone rang and he picked it up almost immediately. “Yes?” “I found something. I have forwarded it to you,” the man answered. Liam ended the call and then went through the file the mad had just sent. He twitched his mouth upward as he read it and then nodded his head. He had just sent Damien’s picture to the man and had told him to find out everything he could about him. “He is an ex-convict… under the charge of illegal filming of women nudes,” Liam spoke out.

I pulled on my jacket and snatched my notebook, and the documents under the bed and left, the campus paths smeared with fallen leaves. Damien was already there when I reached, slouched over a table, his leather jacket open, dark hair falling into his eyes. He appeared not to have slept. His gray eyes were stormy as he rose, spotting me. I settled into the seat across from him and held onto my coffee, my tone hard. “The camera. Do you know anything about it? Who’s watching me?”

I said referring to Damian. "I'm sure whatever you have to say can wait till we get to the hotel" He said looking straight into my eyes. I got down from where I was sitting and noticed my kneel didn't hurt as much as it did earlier. " so what's the plan" Lucas asked as we move closer to the cars. ****†***†*****†****†****†****†***†*** Damian's POV Its been a crazy night, I have never see anything like what I witness tonight, and the overwhelming need to protect this girl is almost too much to handle.

Why does she always sneak out by 5? * Goes to LK gym * Doesn’t order takeouts, probably cooks * Comes home drunk on thursdays….?? Still staring at Wren’s notes, Grace said. “So from the digging I did, I found out Damian is co-directing an indie film right now….the woman you keep seeing with him is Claire Yoshida, his cinematographer.” “So they’re working together…” Wren mused. “And apparently fucking.” Grace then showed Wren a LinkedIn profile. “Also, the production team has weekly dinners. Every Thursday night.

“I proposed to you because Cassian was blackmailing me.” The room seemed to tilt. “Blackmailing you?” I repeated. “With what? You’re practically untouchable.” “No one is untouchable,” he said bitterly. “He had photos. Of Damien.” He walked back toward the bed, his voice low and urgent. “Years ago, Damien got mixed up with the wrong people in Mexico. The daughter of a cartel boss. There were photos of him… compromising photos. Drug use. Illegal activity. If they got out, Damien would have been in some deep shit. He wouldn’t be safe.”

Damien spat, shooting daggers at Aaron before storming out, dragging Hailey with him. "Sweetie, you will never go with Rosina and Aaron ever again, understand?" Damien said to her, and she nodded. "But Demi, they said they'd take me to the park," Hailey said. "I'll take you wherever you want, but you won't go with them," Damien said firmly. Hailey pouted but eventually nodded. Hailey got up and looked around. At that time, she didn't understand why Damien hated Rosina since she was their mother. Over time, however, she came to understand his hatred.

“Maybe. But I’d still be careful, Lena. Someone’s watching you. And whoever it is… doesn’t want you happy.” Lena didn’t answer. Her thoughts drifted back to Vanessa and the cold promise she’d made to herself after Zara’s accident. She won’t get away with this. But now, another problem had arrived, one far bigger than Vanessa’s petty jealousy. ... On the other side of the city, in a tall building with tinted windows, Damian sat behind his desk, legs crossed, a cigar between his fingers. He looked too relaxed for someone who had just caused trouble. Across from him stood Mr. Hares the man who managed his import deals and served as his eyes at the port.

I whispered one more time, taking off the blindfold. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me over, pinning my hands above my head. “Who told you about BDSM elements?” “Jasmine mentioned it when we were in college,” I responded shyly. Damien released my hands and got up. I watched as he turned on the TV. Then he plugged in a flash drive and scrolled through the list of movies. He clicked on a particular movie titled Fifty Shades Of Grey. “You want us to watch a movie?” I asked, obviously surprised.