Damien South Park Novels & Stories

He spat back. Damian let out a crazy laughter, his response cold and insulting. "Ohh sorry, my bad." His eyes sparked with malice, "it too bad you pretend to mourn Sarah but we know what you were doing behind the scenes huh. Using the opportunity to have a threesome with both mother and wife." Ray's anger boiled over as he punched Damian in the face. Damian's face fell back as he let out a creepy laughter afterwards. "Wasn't the gravesite a perfect spot?" Damian asked once more.

Damien growled, his face contorted, and his canine protruded; his eyes flashed a dangerous reddish color. A pain-filled cry surrounded him, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around to see everyone was on their knees. Except for Mark. No, he was using every of his strength to stop him from falling to his knees. Damien was freaking more than a hundred years old. He was an alpha, and he had commanded a response that everyone must obey. Mark believed the curse had intensified it as well. Damien frowned, his eyes shifted around the large gathering that had fallen to their knees.

he said “Yeah, not really, I mean uhmmm… it’s complicated” “I understand” he said “Do you know him” she asked “Yeah and his leviathan friend” he said and she was surprised, how did he know Arnold was a Leviathan? ‘How... What do you mean?” “I mean be careful with the Leviathan guy?” he said “What do you mean by that? Who are you?” “Just call me Damien” “Ok, Damien how did you know that?”

Damien boomed his voice over the phone which startled Rojas in his seat. Damien was 26 years of age but his dominance was more than his age and he was feared by many people. He had a tough and rough childhood. His mother died of cancer when he was just 5 years old. His father always locked himself inside his room since his wife's death. He became lonely and soon fell terribly ill. He slipped into a coma and came out after four years. He was mute and on a wheelchair. Damien hated his father for not being there for him and protecting him as a child. Cian, his uncle took over and made Damien the ruthless demon he was today. He began to join the company at age 16 and under Cian's influence, he g

Her childhood friend. “Damien.”

It was a rare gem. Kieran and Adrian stared at each other for a moment, neither of them said anything. Adrian looked like he was going to explode, while Kieran looked calm and composed as ever. I patiently waited for the final verdict — order for Damien's head. Damien burst out laughing mockingly. “You guys should get a room or something.” He dragged his body to the wall, and sat up. He lets out a deep sigh, clutching his side. He was clearly in pain. And I was nothing less but satisfied.

“Damien just coded again. We’re losing him!” The world stopped.

I opened them because of his voice—the last person I ever expected to run into at this college. The college of the one person who barely tolerated him. Carter. Carter Hayes. Damien’s friend that Damien probably hated.

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.