Damien Soft Novels & Stories

He summoned Lucien to his office. He walked in, scanning both of us. His gaze stopped at me and he narrowed his eyes “Is everything okay? Have you been crying?” He asked. He turned to Damian “What did you do to her?” He asked, his eyes blazing with fury. “Lucien please calm down, Damian has something important to tell you” I pleaded. He pulled out a seat and sat down “Okay?” He asked. Damian fumbled with his fingers “My mother isn't dead” He said, Lucien’s gaze widened.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Damien, quit it.” “You’re psychic. How did you know it was me?” he asked with amusement playing on his face. “You’re the only one who annoys me to death.” I started, looking back at my phone. Damien is my twin brother. He is tall, buff. He has dark brown hair, ruby eyes, strong eyebrows and an angular jaw. He was dressed in a gray three-piece tux, his hair gelled back. “You look human,” I quipped. “Still the MD.” He added.

'why is this man is so complicated. She groaned frustratingly... She quickly looked at her book acting like she is lost in reading when she heard the sound of bathroom door opening. A fresh manly scent filled the room and Damian came out wearing his black suite, she was observing his movements from the corner of her eyes... "Are you still under the effect of drugs rose?..." He asked mischievously looking at her... "No why ?" She looked at him confused... Damian walked towards her direction, leaning down to her level, he smirked close to her lips, she pulled back her head a little when his minty fresh breath fanned her lips but he leaned forward making her face stuck between his and bed post.

His voice was low, rough, like gravel under boots. I closed the greenhouse door behind me and locked it. “Shut up.” Damien set down his tools and straightened to his full height. God, he was big. Broad shoulders, powerful chest dusted with dark hair, abs glistening with sweat that trailed down into the waistband of his low-slung work jeans. Dirt streaked his forearms and chest. He looked like sin itself. I crossed the space between us in three strides and shoved him back against the wooden workbench. “You think you can just fuck me behind a shed and walk away like nothing happened?”

His thumb brushed across the peak, and a soft sound escaped me into his mouth. Damien pulled back just enough to look at me. Water ran down his face in silver rivulets, dark hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were still storm-dark, but the unhinged edge had softened into something hotter. “Tell me if this is too much,” he said, voice low and rough. “I need… I need to feel you. But only if you want it.”

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

I don't want Amber to see his angry side. "You don't need to go anywhere. If anyone would be going then it is this slut.", Damien stated softly while his eyes flickered down to Amber. I looked at him questionably. I don't thing she is about to leave. I sighed and continued to look in front of me. Rebecca gave me her deadliest glare and I flinched. I started looking down at my shoes. God why am I this weak? A could hear a growl and boy was it sexy. Gosh Rain why are you even thinking like that? I looked up to see Damien again looking in my direction. I didn't know what was going in his head but it I knew full well that it isn't good.

someone muttered, just loud enough to be heard. Mr Chris, clearly more shaken than his boss, hurried over the moment he spotted him. “It’s everywhere, sir,” he whispered nervously. "Yes," Damien nodded, walking past him, clearly unbothered. “Should I call the tech guys to take everything down, wipe it off the net?” Chris asked, trailing after him, nearly jogging to keep up. “No,” Damien said coolly. “Don’t worry about it. Let it stay everywhere. I’m not ashamed of it.” He pushed open the door to his office.

Damien blabbed. "As much as it's hard to remember that you're still a child, I don't mean it the way you think. What I mean is that you can act like you really adore her and look up to her like you act around Helia. I know how you can get the key from her this way." Damien frowned. "Great!" Damien said sarcastically. "Once again, I'm the one who has to do the work." ******************** Danica groaned as Damien barged into her room. Danica looked from her phone to the 4ft10 (1.47 m) boy standing at her door with a plate of brown soup in his hands.

Handsome. “You too” I shook his hand with a smile. “I’m Damien, call me D, a drink?” He asked hitting a red button at the side of the table. I cleared my throat nervously my voice tiny when I said “Yes, thank you” “Do I get a drink?” A voice called from behind me. “Get your own damned drink, I’ve lost over five grand because of you, motherfucker” Damien spat. I feel him lean into my back, his scent covering me, his fingers move through my ponytail, soothingly “Maybe you should stop betting, ever considered that?”