Damien Pip Novels & Stories

He admired what Damien was doing amidst grief. " What are you waiting for? Track this number down for me. I need it in twenty minutes. They shouldn't have gone far." Damien murmured the latter part of the sentence. He wanted to be by Zeta's side all day, he wanted her to open her eyes. " Get out now." He repeated calm manner, which made Daniel's hands speed over the keyboard like lightning. He had to connect to his server at home and the tracking began. Damien wanted to call Alpha Paul. In times like this, one needed all the support he could get from people that have connections.

“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.”

So much had changed in just a few months. After Damien's arrest, everything spiraled fast. The world finally saw him for who he really was a manipulative fraud who'd built his power by preying on others. He was charged with multiple counts of fraud, money laundering, and even manslaughter when it was revealed he was behind his brother Caleb's death.

"May I know your name, beautiful lady?" "I'm Cherie, Cherie Swift. You?" As she stretches her arms on him to give him a handshake. So, he smiled and accept her hand. "Damien, Damien Anderson .. I'm glad to meet The Beacon's most sought beauty! I can say you captured my heart right away!" And after Damien said those words he didn't flinch anymore and he immediately gave Cherie a passionate kiss. There is no denying that Damien is good at kissing so it is not obvious that he has no sexual experience yet. Because even though since he was a young man, he has been inclined to watch obscene movies because he knows it is normal for a young man like him.

CHAPTER 195 Daniel I was in one of my favorite casinos, taking shots, when I felt a rough hand tap my shoulder. I looked back to see who it was and there my worst nightmare stood—Damien Pierce. “What is it?”I asked him. " Nothing man. What could a loser like you probably give?” he smirked. "I'm having a very good time, and you wouldn't want to ruin that for me, so just go to hell.” "Alright, man, you can go to hell, OK," he said about walking away when I stood up and pulled him back, throwing a punch in his face.

"Where is Damien? Real Damien?" "Dead. Really dead this time. Killed him myself. Three weeks ago. Switzerland. Before you arrived. Body you saw—real. Everything after—puppetry. Recorded messages. AI reconstruction. Deep fake. Whatever you want to call it. Point is—Damien died. You did not know. Did not suspect. Too busy surviving. Too busy—grieving." The pain was physical. Real. Crushing. Damien. Dead. Weeks ago. And I—I never knew. Never felt it. Too distracted. Too—

It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on dick but with time I got used to his questions. Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.

“She’ll be protected. I have a team. But we need Richard to show his hand. We need him to incriminate himself. This is the only way.” Damien sat there for a long moment, his mind racing. He thought about the file he had found. The lies. The threats. The way Richard had controlled him for years. He couldn’t keep living like this. He couldn’t keep betraying the only people who had ever shown him real loyalty. “I’ll do it,” he said finally, his voice steady despite the fear in his chest. “I’ll wear the wire. I’ll play along. But if anything happens to Lila, I swear I’ll burn everything down myself.”

“Please Papa.” Papa’s face remained impassive. “This is what’s best for the pack. Your are of no value to me in this pack, but you can at least be useful to someone else. Consider yourself lucky that Thorne wants you.” I turned to Damien, the eldest. His face was cold, devoid of any hint of sympathy. His eyes, dark and cruel, met mine with amusement. He was enjoying this, enjoying the way I was breaking apart. “Damien, please,” I whispered, my voice cracking, “help me.”

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.