Damien Knight Novels & Stories

Damian approached her cautiously. “Ms. Lily, I understand your concern, but Mr. Knight is more resourceful than you realize. He won’t let anything happen to himself or you.” Lily turned to him, her eyes blazing. “You talk like he’s invincible, but he’s not! He’s human, Damian. And humans make mistakes.” Damian’s expression softened slightly, though his tone remained formal. “Perhaps. But he’s also determined, and when it comes to your safety, nothing will stop him.”

I rubbed my hands together looked at her straight in the eye, and noticed how puffy they were, maybe there was trouble in paradise after all. “I have some bad news for you this morning.” I began. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. “What is it?” She asked. “Damien called in sick this morning.” “Oh? That is so terrible, what's wrong with him?” she seemed genuine enough. “Not sure yet. But I told him to go see a doctor and spend some time recuperating at home.” The lies were easier than I had thought. “I hope he gets better. So who's going to go with me to school, I have an early lecture this morning.” her brows creased in confusion.

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

"You wouldn't want to hold her back from this opportunity, would you?" "That's enough, Elena," I cut in, recognizing her attempt to drive a wedge between us. "We can discuss this later." Outside, Damien's sleek black Bentley waited at the curb Marco standing beside it with his usual stoic expression. He opened the door for us without comment, though his eyes assessed me carefully as I slid into the backseat. Once we were underway, Damien broke the silence. "Knight has a reputation for taking advantage of young female artists." I turned to him, surprised. "How do you know Richard?"

“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.”

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

He was on his phone, walking fast, his bond carrying the particular quality of someone who had committed to a course of action and was now executing it. The jealousy was still there. But it had been given a direction and a structure now and that made it something entirely different from wounded pride. I texted my father. *Damien Knight. Ex-boyfriend. He met with a Council operative today at school. He has information about me, about the house, possibly about the bloodline. He's a live threat not a background one.* My father's reply was immediate. *I know. Victor is handling it. Come straight home.* The house when we arrived was transformed.

That name VICTOR KNIGHT altered the entire aura in the room. The entire atmosphere was tense. It was just as if the name zapped all their energy as no one moved or said anything for almost one minute. Who is Victor Knight? Emiiy asked in a confused tone. “Ryan answer me, I said who is Victor?” “Stop all this pretense, I am sure you know who he is.” Ryan replied her. “The only Knight I know is Damian Knight, who comes from a very powerful family, who is also trying to overtake Carter Holdings.” She responded as she moved nearer. Ryan told her that Victor Knight is Damian's uncle, and she asked him why would his uncle call him and demand that she stop digging for information.