Damien Haas Movies Novels & Stories

“Tell me about the project. The film you’re here to shoot.” They talked for an hour easy conversation about her role, his work, New York versus Los Angeles, favorite books and films. Damien was surprisingly well-read, his taste running toward classic literature and complex narratives. He asked intelligent questions about her acting process, genuinely interested in her craft. “I’ve never seen any of your films,” he admitted. “I don’t watch movies generally. But I’d like to, if you’d recommend where to start.” “You’ve never seen any of my work?” Seraphine didn’t know if she should be relieved or offended.

she said again before the paramedics led her to the ambulance. Emily watched everything from the shadows. Her mind struggled to process what she had just witnessed. Damien Hayes had just saved thirty women from human traffickers. Without violence. Without recognition. Without taking any credit. “Who are you really, Damien Hayes?” She whispered the words quietly to herself. Suddenly Damien turned his head toward the darkness. Directly toward where she was hiding. Emily froze. For a moment it felt as if his eyes were searching through the shadows. She shrank back further into the darkness, barely breathing.

Thank Goodness Damian got me a bodyguard and a driver else it would have been really difficult escaping the paparazzi… unfortunately we'd to go back to the mansion which was safe from paparazzi. It was so annoying and it's driving me nuts but on the bright side I get to spend time with Damian of course we were having so much fun and also getting closer to each other.. Damian was supportive and helpful and together we were having so much fun.. We were currently in the private cinema watching a horror movie which was originally recommended by him but I instantly regretted it ten minutes into the movie.. I was already screaming and shrieking behind him while he laughed at me.. “Though you were

He sighed, threw off the covers, and padded downstairs to the kitchen. The house was dark, silent. He filled the jug at the sink, the sound of running water too loud in the quiet. Then he felt it. A presence. He looked up, heart hammering And there he was. Damien stood in the hallway, half-hidden in shadow. His hair was disheveled, falling across his forehead. His eyes those eyes that usually held nothing but cold control were red Haunted. His suit was rumpled, dusty, nothing like the immaculate man who had commanded the room at the press conference the day before.

I don't know yet. Damien sure has a lot of secrets though.

Damien will really do everything he wants. After almost 30 minutes, Damien sat on the couch across from me. He grabbed the remote and changed the movie. "Damien, I'm watching!" He looked at me with a creased forehead. "What are you? A highschooler? You shouldn't watch too much drama." "What should I watch, then?" He smirked. "I prefer you watch erotic movies. So you'd learn many techniques." My cheeks heated even without my permission. "I hate you!" "No, you don't." He shook his head and combed his hair using his fingers. "If you hate me that much you won't let me in."

But first thing first, he had to pick a movie for tonight. As he scrolled through the options on N*****x, Damien frowned. Scary movies were out of the question since it didn’t want to alarm the mother or baby needlessly as well as documentaries since they were too boring. But that seemed to be all that was available. Finally, Damien settled on a rom-com that was released a few years ago that seemed decent enough and that he didn’t think Mandy had seen yet. Though he wasn’t an avid fan of rom-coms, he didn’t mind seeing one every once in a while. And this one didn’t seem so bad either. It was called, “The Time-Traveler’s Wife.” At least it had a sci-fi element to it.

"Let's watch a movie." He nodded, "You pick up the movie...and please don't try to pick up some romantic shit. I'll go get you a hot cup of coffee. You will need it after almost drenching to death." "Damien, you do realize that you just admitted that you have those romantic shit movies, right?" I asked amused. His cheeks tinted, "Those are not mine but my mothers." And left the room. I laughed at his awkwardness.

He also adjusted his glasses that almost feel off due to him running. As for Damian, he felt panicked. Not because he considers Albert as a rival— not now that he is confused— but because his camera reminded him of something. ‘The camera ad the film that Hestia was holding when we restained Mrs. Letrain.’ Damian felt a tingling and chilling cold travel down his spine. It was a piece of evidence, and a strong one too. He must retrieve it before it’s too late. “Damian!” but he was pulled back from his thoughts again and jolted at how his sister shouted his name. “Yeah?” he asked.

“If you had a brain between the three of you, you’d see I left before her. She told me she was meeting someone else after. That’s on camera too…me walking out alone. She stayed.” The officer’s smirk faltered for half a second, but he quickly recovered. “And who was meeting, smarty pants?” He taunted. “Do I look like a detective? Maybe you should do your job better,” Damien continued, voice low and cutting, “and find out who that someone else was instead of harassing me.” The cop leaned in closer to the bars. “Still got a mouth on you, huh? Even the mayor can’t save you this time, Voss. Where’d you dump the body?”