Damien Soft Novels & Stories

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?”

sexy as hell. What's wrong with me though? Why am I thinking about this too much? It's not like I'm going to end up with either of them anyway. Stupid, little me. “Oh, would you look at the time?” Damien says, checking his watch. “Let's get you home before your husband comes and puts a bullet to my head.” I chuckle. “What's the deal between you two anyway? Why does he hate you so much?” “He's Liam Everhart. He hates everything that gets in his way.”

Her childhood friend. “Damien.”

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

“-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-” “-ful odors.” Damien burst out laughing at my interjection. “I exude power, you wretch.” “The stench of death? Is that why you have no friends? Because you smell like roadkill?” “You're insufferable,” he said. “At least I'm not the root of all suffering.” “I think you two might need counselin',” Damien observed.

Damian said, smiling as he went through his bath. Entering his bathroom, Damian stripped off his black gloves, took off his shirt and trousers, and prepared for his bath. After he was done, he came out of the bathroom and dressed in sleeping wear. His phone rang, and he took it from the shelf to see who was calling. "Boss, should I arrange for any lady for you tonight?" Jeff Brody asked. Damian was in no mood for any woman. "No. Contact the Dawson family and let them know about my offer," he said.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

“It’s fine. Come on.” As we walked up, Jessica spotted us first and smiled, but Samantha… didn’t. Her smile was tight, almost forced. Weird. Damien extended his hand, always polite, always composed. “Hi,” he said, voice smooth but firm. “I’m Damien.” Jessica shook his hand first, all friendly and warm. “Nice to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you.” Yeah, right. She hadn’t heard anything. “Hopefully the good stuff,” Damien said with a grin that made my knees weak.

Damien glanced down at the pile of his things. “You owe me a new computer.” “Answer me, or you’ll be broken too.” He stared at me for a long time without answering. This was eating away at me. Damien had an ownership stake in a winery and also had stock in a shipping company. If he was the one Sofia was seeing, my head would explode. If it was him, she would lie about it. I couldn’t handle that kind of truth.