Damien South Park Novels & Stories

But the moment I mentioned it, Damien looked completely lost. “You’re too cool not to know things like this, Damien,” I teased, leaning back on the dining chair with my brow raised. He tilted his head slightly, that faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I don’t watch movies,” he said flatly. “Just news broadcasts and sports highlights. So forgive me if I don’t know who Tyler Penny is.” I froze for a second, then burst into laughter so hard my eyes watered. “It’s Tyler Perry, Damien!” I managed between laughs, clutching my stomach. “Oh, never mind. That’s why you have me to educate you on things beyond the stock market and breaking news.”

He murmered under his breath but I heard it. "Oh really? Well then you are a Feisty snake, feisty lion, feisty panda, Feisty frog, Feisty....Feisty coakroach, feisty dove...." I was interrupted by a loud sound of someone laughing. On turning to look at the front, it was the one and only, Mr.Damien. "What?!" I asked angrily. "Seriously....like....wait.....let me....stop!" He kept on laughing holding his stomach. When his laugh died down that had caused water to seep out of his eyes, he stood straight with a his stupid smile on his face.

Damien said and kept on driving at a slow pace. Aurora couldn't believe this man could really drive as slow at this. She doubted this was the real CEO of Quinn Enterprises because for a CEO he sure had mental issues. After some time Aurora looked up to meet his annoying face, "Are you really going to keep driving like this?" Damien looked at her as though he was surprised, he wanted to tease his mouse so bad. "Wasn't this what you wanted? Anything for my mouse." He said smiling like an innocent person but deep down he was a devil incarnate.

I rubbed my hands together looked at her straight in the eye, and noticed how puffy they were, maybe there was trouble in paradise after all. “I have some bad news for you this morning.” I began. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. “What is it?” She asked. “Damien called in sick this morning.” “Oh? That is so terrible, what's wrong with him?” she seemed genuine enough. “Not sure yet. But I told him to go see a doctor and spend some time recuperating at home.” The lies were easier than I had thought. “I hope he gets better. So who's going to go with me to school, I have an early lecture this morning.” her brows creased in confusion.

"Molly has been riding my ass for working too much." Damien scoffed and drew hard on his cigarette. He only smoked one brand of ciggies: Sobranie Black Russians. They were manufactured and exclusively packed in Old Bond Street in London. Damien's taste in everything was very specific and distinctive. Everyone knew that. Damien only wanted the highest quality in everything. He never settled for economy when he could always get first class. "Your old lady's got you chained by the balls, man. That's what you get for not chasing other poontang when you had the chance in college. Even Sally was hot for your ass."

Outside, a dog barks once in the village, very far away, and then goes quiet again. “She was my business partner’s sister,” Damien says finally. His voice has that dry, careful quality he uses when he is reading financial reports, but underneath it there is a slight roughness. “I was twenty-six. I thought I was very smart. I thought I knew how the world worked because I had made a great deal of money very quickly.” I stay still, listening to the vibration of his voice in his chest.

Damian said, with a sad smile on his face as he picked up a cigarette stick and lit it to smoke. "Who is that, bro? Fill me in? Is she pretty? You know I have been out of the country for six years," Henry ranted as he wore a black clothing too. Despite he was a medical doctor, he attended the same school as Damian, Jonathan, and a few other guys. "Who else? She is a nurse, but I do not want her again. I will settle for her friend," Damian said, taking his cigarette to his lips and pulling a heavy drag from it, puffing it into the air.

I look around Zane just in time to see one of his pack members lurching toward us. Holy fuck… Damian. The guy whose ass I kicked during my first sparring match with the males. He isn't fully human, but he isn't full wolf either. Damian is somewhere in between, similar to a lycan, but his deformed legs are crouched and his back hunched over, like he physically cannot stand upright. The fur on his back is black and wild, spiked in every direction. His hands are human, but with claws, the same way mine looks when I’m fighting a shift, but the skin is sickly pale, like that of a corpse, and every blue vein is visible.

Not one for unnecessary attention, Damian gave his speech and concluded it within a minute after Sasha insisted that he should introduce himself formally to the rest of the party. “I’m Damian from the Gorski scientist family. Although I’m under investigation to clear my family’s sins, I hope you will give me a chance to prove myself in dungeons and events. Also, as you can see,” motioning to the newly installed fridge and microwave behind, “I’m good at technology. If you need assistance, send me a message. My batteries are low, so I’ll leave to charge them if there are no other questions.” It was an excuse, but nobody bothered to expose Damian’s lie. The cyborg couldn’t eat anything, and for

“I’m not so smart, how about you speak to me in the average man’s terms?” You were definitely dumb! I wanted to pour out my thoughts at him but wanted to give him the benefit of doubt. I could see where he was taking all these to, but I wanted to be wrong. I was here for a job and many of those in the entertainment industry were this way – taunting women, so let’s just say he was joking around and would come to his senses soon. That was all I wanted it to be. He came towards me now. “I am Damian by the way… Damian of Eric Park.”