Damien Haas Movies Novels & Stories

"When I first adopted him? When he turned one? Two? Three? When, Damian?" "I don't know." "Exactly. Because there was never a good time. Because telling me the truth would have destroyed everything." Tears burned my eyes. "So you just kept lying. Kept pretending everything was fine." "I was protecting you too. Not just Liam." "From what?" Damian's expression turned grave. "From Claire Hoss." "She's a businesswoman. Powerful, yes. But…" "She's a killer, Vanessa." His voice was flat. Cold. "Claire Hoss has killed before. And she would have killed Liam if she'd known he was alive."

He's in prison, he should be in prison. They took him away in cuffs, bleeding, and spitting curses. The trial hasn’t even been scheduled yet, so he shouldn’t have access to anything. My pulse stutters as I click it open. There's only one attachment. a video file. Suddenly, the room feels smaller, colder, and I can taste metal at the back of my throat. I hit play and the screen flickers, then stabilizes. Then I see Damian, walking through a cemetery at dusk, the sky bruised purple behind him. He's alone, holding a bouquet of crushed white roses and he stops in front of a grave. My heart slams into my ribs so hard it hurts.

On the contrary, he was in a daze, which was not like Damien she know. “Ah… it’s okay. I am very happy.” Damien smiled at Stella. “Well, what movie are you going to watch?” Stella smiled at Damien. She knew there must be something about him that he didn’t tell her, but Stella didn’t want to ask him. She was waiting for him to tell her. “Just say it. We will watch what you like.” Damien scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled at Stella. “Well, okay, then come with me to see a horror movie.” To be honest, Stella had wanted to see the horror movie for a long time. It was just that, Emily didn’t want to watch with her. It just so happened that someone would watch it with her this time.

"All I've ever done for these few years is fight to keep Liam safe. Besides, I am not so irresponsible as to be so loose in front of my son! Neither was I ever to lose Larry.” His expression softened for a time. A glimmer of movement from the hallway. Head peeped through the half-open door was Damien. He was lurking in the dark, listening, and smiling, in fact, enjoying the mayhem. “Damien?...”

Roan saw Cassian a heartbeat later. He went gray. That was satisfying. Damien dismounted slowly. Not because he needed time. Because every movement he made was theater. He crossed the clearing with his cloak moving behind him, golden eyes fixed on Cassian in a way I had never seen before. Not anger. Not only anger. Recognition. Hatred. And under it, buried but visible if you knew how to look, fear. “Cassian,” Damien said. The name fell from his mouth like poison. Cassian smiled.

Damon pauses for a bit and what seems to be a smile appears on his face. Raven didn’t know how to reply to what Damon had asked her so she kept quiet. “I have a proposal for you,” Damon adds “I don’t do married man,” Raven quickly says Damon looks at Raven with a smirk on his face. “I’m not married,” he says. Raven didn’t know she was holding her breath when she heaved a heavy sigh. A part of her was relieved that the good-looking man beside her was not married but that did not mean he was single.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

He placed the coin-shaped flash drive onto the desk and clicked it into place. The screen lit up. A folder appeared. Damien’s brows rose as he opened it. Then—his laughter filled the room. Selene froze. It wasn’t normal laughter. It was dark, sharp, almost unhinged. “What is it?” she whispered. Damien turned the laptop toward her. Video thumbnails filled the screen. He clicked one. A recording began to play, the sound of moans bursting through the speakers. Selene gasped. One after another, faces flashed on the screen—girls from the club,,the ones he had fucked.

Damian obviously didn’t notice when he did that because he was busy being restless. It seemed really suspicious because only Grey was in our well secured room, and now, we almost had a near death incident but he was smirking. What am I doing right now?? This is Grey who has been with Damian for a very long time. He is Damian’s most trusted servant. Why the hell am I suspecting him?? I must have watched to much action movies because they are making me distort movies and reality. Something must be really wrong with me. But something didn’t really feel right. I could feel it in my heart that something was wrong somewhere but I couldn’t pin point what it was.

They snuggled down into the cushions and curled up together. She found a TV station that had some inane action movie with the perpetual surfer dude Keanu Reeves in it. She didn't think he was bad looking, but the minute he opened his mouth, he sounded like a pothead and a moron. Damien was completely fascinated and repulsed by the whole thing. Every time some fantastic explosion or stunt would happen he would look up at her. "It's all Hollywood make believe, dear. It's not real."