Damien South Park Novels & Stories

“ Can you please not call me cute ? I am a man after all . Being called cute is…..weird . “ said “ Weird ?…..Hmmm……then , how should I call a man whose house is filled with Mickey Mouse pyjamas , eye folder , and other cartoon toys like One Piece and Naruto…….If I am not mistaken , I even saw some figurines of Sailor Moon and other strong female leads of other cartoons . “ said Damian . “ Liking cartoons and anime series doesn’t mean that I am cute . “ said Antonio . “ …..Yeah , you are handsomely cute . “ said Damian with a devilish smirk . “ Whatever ! Can I just leave ? “ said Antonio , not wanting to argue with him anymore . Damian looked at Antonio from head to toe then showed a naught

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

"He is a credit to you and your Luna." "Timon - Pumbaa", Damien snapped, frustrated, waving between himself and Tommy, who stood beside Ab's, "Great, now we are all introduced. Can we get this show on the road?" "Why do I have to be the warthog?" Tommy grumbled, trying yet again to defuse Damiens's anger. "I mean- if the t-shirt fits..." Damien smirked sarcastically, raising a brow at Tommy; relief spread through me, knowing Tommy's wit had the desired effect. Damien seemed to have cooled down a few degrees.

“It’s Mr. Osmond.” Damien groaned. “Put it on speaker.” The speaker crackled. Osmond’s voice oozed mockery. “Oh, Damien. Thought you were some big shot, huh? Mr. Untouchable? I told you at the conference— pride comes before the fall.” Damien’s jaw clenched. Osmond laughed. “You know, I should thank you. You made this easy. You built the roadmap. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show.”

Sienna made her way home from Damien's house, still feeling high but at least able to walk in a straight trajectory. As she ambled down the tree-lined avenue, the row of red maples seemed to stretch on forever. She was still laughing at the episode of South Park Damien had played her—the one with the alternative kids. It was his favourite. 'Damien is so much cooler than I ever realised,' Sienna thought. She pictured his face, his face, his outfit, and felt ashamed of her attraction to him.

A series of giggles escaped his lips as Bianca swiped him off his little feet. "I want pancakes!" *** Damien took a sip out of his coffee staring at the large projector screen in front of him, he suddenly felt light, a sense of inner peace washed through him and he wondered why.. Maybe it had something to do with the recent punishment he gave to his sister and Rihanna.. Whatever it was, he didn't wish for it to stop.. He placed his cup down clasping his fingers together, he stared with intent at what his employee was demonstrating.. Their attention was pulled to the door which suddenly opened, a little tap of feet rushing in was heard next..

Damien cleared his throat, scanning the room with a grin that was equal parts charming and terrifying. “Good evening, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Damien. The younger, better-looking, significantly more fun Grayson brother.” More laughter. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t stop him. “I’ve known Alexander my whole life,” Damien continued, pacing the stage. “And for most of that life, I assumed he was a robot built by our father to destroy the stock market. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sleep. He once fired me from an internship because I brought him the wrong kind of sparkling water. It was ‘too effervescent,’ apparently.”

@MapleWrites. Damien is also a police adviser who helps the police investigate difficult cases. He is still 20 but he had long been a successful man who built his own company from scratch. Along with his stern personality are his coldness and detached nature. He is strict and never liked to fool around. Amadeus would sometimes tease him that he would die a virgin but the man would just scoff at his remarks and say nothing. Each of the Knoxx’s children are all outstanding. That is also the reason why a lot of people wanted them since there is not a child that did not live up to the family’s name.

But his scrutinizing gaze made me shift to where I stood. His gaze turned into a friendly one when I looked back into my face, showing his white bleach teeth in a smile. “You must be good at what you do, Bobbie. We heard this is the best shop in town.” I blushed. “Oh. I… we just do the best we can, Sir.” The old man chuckled, smiling lines showed on his face. “My name is Damien, and this is my son Damon.” I both took their offer for a handshake, the warmth of their hands confused me. It felt familiar somehow.

It was the news about Damian , Charlotte’s first lover he was arrested for cybercrime and internet hacking. It was said that Damian early indulgence and love for money led him into studying computer programming. He used this knowledge to hack into Top class businesses account and wired about 80 percent of their fund into an untraceable account. Damian evil doing was caught when He was about to defraud The Gray’s account.