Damien Markiplier Novels & Stories

Damien cleared his throat, scanning the room with a grin that was equal parts charming and terrifying. “Good evening, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Damien. The younger, better-looking, significantly more fun Grayson brother.” More laughter. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t stop him. “I’ve known Alexander my whole life,” Damien continued, pacing the stage. “And for most of that life, I assumed he was a robot built by our father to destroy the stock market. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sleep. He once fired me from an internship because I brought him the wrong kind of sparkling water. It was ‘too effervescent,’ apparently.”

Mr Ramis asked "Yes , does anyone have any complaints?? Mr maggots, I heard you love complaining. Damien smirk "Devil , trying to make me upset. Even though he's ruthless he's good at his work." Mr marcus thought Damien smirks if only they knew he could hear their thoughts. They will never think again " If there are no complaints , that will be the end of the presentation. Damien said and walked out alongside with max. Damien pov

“That’s right. This hole is mine. Say it.” “Yours,” Kai gasped. “It’s yours. Fuck harder. I can take it.” Damien gripped Kai’s hips and gave him what he asked for, pounding deep and fast. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the entryway. “Gonna mark you everywhere,” Damien growled. “Gonna suck bruises all over this pretty skin so when you go back in front of those cameras they know someone owns you.” Kai moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Do it. Cover me. I want your marks all over me. Want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see you everywhere.”

“Is there any one who would like to challenge Beta Kendra Silvercrest for the position of Beta?” A tall, burly, full bearded giant of a man stepped forward, shaped like a sumo wrestler, but surprisingly agile for a man his size. Damien was his name, and once Killian’s eyes chanced in him, a silent snarl escaped his lips, for Damien was one of the notorious wolves who ran in the pack, but he was a valuable asset to the pack, and had never really blantantly gotten out of line until now. You want to know the funny part?

Just breathing — both of them too loud in the small space — and the sound of rain drumming harder outside, like the sky itself was trying to drown them. Damien shrugged off his wet jacket, hung it on the back of the single chair. Underneath: dark training top clinging to his shoulders from the damp, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. He looked exhausted — shadows under his eyes deeper than Marc remembered, jaw unshaven, hair plastered to his forehead. “I told the staff I was scouting,” Damien said quietly. “They bought it.” “You’re risking everything.” Marc crossed his arms, back against the wall — trying to keep distance, failing. “If anyone sees you—”

With a sigh, I rolled down the windows knowing the security guards would have searched him before he entered the building's gates and we were being watched right now so he couldn't be a threat to me. I rolled down the window and frowned at him. “Yes, can I help you?” He smiled at me, his handsome face seemingly stern yet he still had a small smile on his face. “My name is Damien” He informed. “From Mr McAlison” I froze at that and the man seemed to notice my hesitation. “I was told that you would be briefed before I got here” I quickly grabbed my phone to see that I had missed a text from Nathan which read. “Damien lambordi. Ex special forces, he'll be assigned to you”

I whispered. Damien scanned the area, his gun drawn. “Not gone. Covered up.” He walked forward, kicking through the rubble until something glinted beneath a half-melted beam. He crouched, brushing away ash, revealing a metal tag. My heart skipped. “Liam’s company,” I breathed. “It’s his property.” Damien nodded grimly. “He torched his own facility. He’s erasing evidence.” “Evidence of what?” He looked up at me, eyes dark. “Whatever this project was, whatever he was involved in—it wasn’t just business. It was personal.”

“We have the evidence, Mark. Emails, financial transactions, records of every meeting you’ve had with Damien. It’s over.” His eyes flicked to mine, and for a moment, something close to regret flashed in them. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a smirk that made my skin crawl. “You think you’ve won?” he said, leaning back against the table. “You don’t understand how deep this goes. Damien doesn’t need me anymore. He’s already positioned himself to take everything from you.” “We’ll see about that,” Alexander said, his tone low and dangerous. “You’re finished here, Mark. Effective immediately.”

He was slightly happy at this thought that his granddaughter might have actually found a man that can replace that useless Mark, but at the same time he was deeply worried for his granddaughter as well. Damien wasn't an easy man to deal with, because of his connection with the military. His none association with the underworld but the connections he possessed in the underworld made him a very dangerous person.There was already a high price on his head, making the security around him to be very tight. Damien might not be immune to pain, but he definitely knows how to not give in to it. He could withstand any ounce of pain and had little to none weaknesses. If pain and torture couldn't get to

"I promise. I'm ok. Kayden had me checked over. It was a clean in and out. No arteries or intestines were injured. It's just a bit sore but other than that I'm fine." I shifted in the bed, allowing Damian to lie down on the bed beside me. Damian did so without hesitating. He carefully pulled me onto his chest and began to stroke my hair. I felt myself calm down from his touch. "Wait, so you know about all of this?" I ask, as if only just realizing what was going on. I was so shocked by Damian's sudden appearance, that I had momentarily forgotten about everything else. "Not in as much detail as he just explained, but yes. Just like you, I was skeptic at first. But then Kayden showed me a pict