Damien Pip Novels & Stories

I look at the offending magazine cover again. Damien Davenport and Elena Moretti. A Modern Love Story. My ass. They weren’t in love. Damien didn’t do love, he knew that, I knew that, everyone knew that. No one would believe he would change overnight... Most of the women in New York knew he didn’t do love, he did power, control and mind games. Damien liked a good game, he loved watching people sweat. He loved assessing his opponents, making them work their way just to have a conversation with him. In the business world Damien is known as a thousand tricks. He was always eleven steps ahead of everyone else.

Damien The drive to Onyx Club is a quick one as my mind is miles away. I am so consumed with questions as to why my father would let me get married to his driver’s daughter. A girl I guess is way below my league and not my type of woman. “We are here Sir”.Mr.Smith says drafting me back from my thoughts. I got out of the car without acknowledging him and I headed straight to the VIP session of the club. Yeah, I am Damien Donovan and I have exclusive services wherever I go. I get seated at my usual spot and wait for Evans.

“I hate him so much. Why do I watch this?” “Because you love the drama,” Damien said, standing up and brushing crumbs off his shirt. “Admit it.” “I admit nothing,” Eliana muffled into my shirt. Damien checked his watch—a vintage Rolex I had bought him for his twenty-first birthday. “Alright, as much as I love watching emotional train wrecks, I have to go. I have an early meeting tomorrow with the contractors for the Hudson site. Unless you want to fire me, Alex?” “Go to the meeting,” I said, looking up at him. “And don’t be late.”

Damien stepped off the creature, slipped through the broken window and landed gently between the intruder and the 2 young mages. “Settle down.” He told Johan and the dragon child before facing the intruder. “Stand down, Ombra,” he said, “I told you to wait for us.” “I wait for no one.” Ombra rumbled, but he stood at ease and stared annoyingly at the groundskeeper. “I told you to settle down,” Damien said once again as Johan and Dragon kept their stance, the blue flames still burning. “It’s okay, Johan,” Dorin reassured his roommate, “This is Damien Wolfsbane, he’s the University’s Groundskeeper,” he explained, “He’s a friend of Sebastian and mine...”

He detested them and preferred to stay away from knowing anything about them. "You do have a point though. Those bastards really are the absolute worst and we should expect nothing less from them." Damien said as his memory flashed back to the time when he was attacked by one of them out of nowhere. About eight years ago, Damien was attacked by a Redmoon pack member who had been sent to assassinate him. Fortunately for Damien, he was able to immediately detect the presence of his assailant as soon as she was close enough and when they both got into a fight, he overpowered her and used his claws to dive deep into her heart, killing her instantly. He had gone against a good number of them at o

He looked like your typical boy next door and not one you would see battling for revenge. "Oooh," he grinned. "You're mesmerized, aren't you?" "Fuck off!" I snapped. "Gladly," he chuckled and turned to go. "Move and I'll gladly pummel you to bits." I threatened. "Who the hell are you?" He sighed. "I'm Damian. D for short. Shall I tell you my middle name, where I live, and place of birth?" "I detest talkative. The only thing saving you right now is my lack of a gun." I spat.

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

“That’s the codename they gave you?” “It’s not a codename,” he grumbles sheepishly. “That’s what I am.” “You’re not making any sense.” He shakes his head. “I’ve already said too much.” “Just tell me your name. I can’t very well call out for the Bastard every time I need something. That’s just plain rude.” The man regards me carefully. He doesn’t have the same ferocity as the rest of them. He isn’t as abrasive as the Boss, as cold as One-Eye, as hot-headed as Fists, or as sly as the Closer. The best chance I have of surviving this situation is building a rapport with one of my captors, and I’m pretty sure the Bastard is my best bet. “Damien,” he answers finally. “My name is Damien.”

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.

“No, Celeste. You’ve barely scratched the surface and you think you can handle it ? He ran a hand through his hair, looking like he wanted to scream but he was too tired to do it. Then his eyes met hers again. Her heart pounded. He didn’t say a word, but something passed between them which was a silent battle—his instinct to protect her and her need to know the truth. He looked at the diary in her hands, then at the page with the circled name. “V.” She pointed. “Who is that?” Damien didn’t answer. Instead, he turned and walked to the window. The moonlight lit up his profile. He looked… haunted. Finally, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “V isn’t a person. Not anymore.” Her breath c