Damien Soft Novels & Stories

Damien asks and I nod, smiling at him. “Great. Our reserved table is waiting for us.” *** Damien booked a table for us in a luxurious French restaurant in a very high-end environment. Damien is doing well for himself actually. He works in an oil company owned by his uncle and he’s a petroleum engineer. One thing I admire in Damien is that he’s very hardworking and when he commits his time to doing something productive, he doesn’t stop unless he gets a result. As we eat, we talk about common things, like ‘how was work, how was our day, and how we have been.’ All that little conversation.

Damien greeted me and i leaned across and kissed him on the lips “Good morning babe” I say, Susan and Lily start to cough awkwardly and i looked at them with an eyebrow “What?, do you need water?" I asked innocently and Damien laughed, the car had started to move already. I booked an hotel close to your home" Damien says and i smile “Oh that’s perfect, i could come over” i say and he smiles, leaning closer to me “Please keep it PG 13 in here" Lily yelled and Damien chuckled, i threw her a fake glare

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

Let them soak the sock, the sleeve of his hoodie, the concrete beneath him. The phone lit up on the floor beside him. Unknown number. Video call request. Caller ID blocked. Marc stared at it. Thumb hovered. He swiped accept before he could think. Damien’s face filled the screen—shadows under his eyes deeper than Marc remembered, jaw unshaven, hair damp like he’d been out in the rain too. Behind him: the familiar Ostin City training office, desk lamp the only light. “Found you,” Damien said, voice rough, cracked at the edges. “Now what?”

The morning light on his face made him seem less cold, giving him a sort of melancholic, noble air. "What are you thinking about?" I asked curiously. Damien turned, a playful smile on his lips. "I'm thinking... about how my little fiancée trusts strangers so easily." "Jessica isn't a stranger. She's a veteran player, and she's really helpful," I said earnestly. A strange smile played on Damien's lips. "Aurora," he said, his tone suddenly serious. "In a place like this, never trust a helping hand too quickly." As soon as he said it, Damien suddenly clutched his chest in pain.

We walked through the doorway and into the vast, echoing space. Damien stood there, his back to us, one hand casually resting behind him, but even from this distance, I could see the telltale glint of metal a gun. The same gun. A Glock 17gen5 The latest model, sleek and deadly. At least I knew my weapons. And then my eyes landed on Matteo. He knelt on the cold stone floor, his head bowed, his face utterly devoid of emotion, an unsettling blank canvas. “I guess you were never going to tell me about the letters, right?” Damien’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and laced with a coldness that made my blood ruddy in my skin.

Across from me, Damien lounged in his chair with his tie loose and his smirk even looser. “I swear, Sienna,” he said, voice teasing, his eyes traveling my whole body. “Every time I see you, you look even more seductive and more dangerous than you already are. Tell me, what’s your secret? Stealing the perverted souls of men?” Alexander shot him a glare that could’ve frozen hell. “Damien.” “What? It’s a compliment,” Damien said, lifting his glass in mock salute. I laughed softly. “No souls stolen yet, but I’ll keep you in mind when I start collecting, yours seems to reek of that perversion after all.”

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

Early morning of the next day. Inside a luxurious condo, a man in his early thirties, Damien, who was shirtless and was only wearing a grey loose trouser, was resting on the sofa he was sitting on in his living room. His eyes that were closed suddenly opened, revealing a pair of dark crimson eyes that were similar to that of Lucius. Damien stretched out his large sized hand towards the transparent glass table in front of him and took the glass cup that was filled with red wine.

“And you know this because…?” Damien doesn’t answer right away. He just leans over, taps a sequence on the keyboard like he’s done it before. The screen fills with strings of code I don’t even pretend to understand. His face is calm, but his jaw is tight, precise, like every movement costs him something. Theo blinks. “You’ve done this before.” Damien finally looks up at him, eyes dark. “I build security lines for hospitals. Do you think billionaires don’t get hacked? I’ve been rewriting firewalls since before you could spell encryption.”