Damien Thorn South Park Novels & Stories

Finds a woman who pretends to love him and all that he’s worth and then in a week or two he finds her with some other brother in the club. Not me though. I haven't been with a biker bunny or club whore for years. At 35, I'm tired of the same old shit. My names Damian by the way, but everyone around here just calls my Prez. Yea I'm the president of this MC. Were not a 1% club but we aren't afraid of anything that fucks with whats ours.

I couldn’t get a read of his mood. “Damien Whitmore.” He glanced at me as he continued. “Selina’s husband.” Martin nodded and shifted a bit from me . “Nice to meet you. I’m. Martin Sampson. A friend from college.” I quickly recovered from the shock. “Damien what are you doing here?” “I was on my way to a meeting and traffic was rerouted.” He turned to Martin. “I’ve finally met the source of her corruption.” Martin laughed. My ears must have heard wrong. Did Damien Whitmore just make a joke? I stared at him. He continued like nothing happened.

Julian Thorne was the cold, professional shark Damian was working with, the guy who was supposed to be dropping the environmental scandal. I entered the default password for basic corporate files (a simple one I knew from my time at Richard Holdings) and the video opened. It wasn’t a corporate file. It was a grainy video of a private meeting. The camera was hidden high in a dark, expensive restaurant booth. Declan and Tasha were sitting at a table with the cold eyed predator himself, Julian Thorne. My blood turned to ice. They weren’t just plotting a takeover, they were working with Damian’s most aggressive ally.

The ones that stayed were squeaky clean. It was in the tagged photos that she saw Amelia out at expensive restaurants, not with teammates, but with strangers. Older men. One in particular kept showing up. Damien Thorne. The name hit her like ice water. Damien was more than just a financial advisor. He was the syndicate’s golden boy with slick suit, perfect smile and a reputation for making athletes “rich.” He’d been on the periphery of the investigation into the men’s side, but they’d never pinned anything on him.

Mister Yair checked Damian with medical equipment and soon came to a conclusion. "Mister Yair, how is Damian?" Patrick blurted out asking. "If I'm not mistaken, Damian has been attacked and suffered damages to his nerves in the past, which worsen over time, rendering him immobile," Mister Yair said confidently. "Yes, that's right. I've indeed suffered injuries before at the hands of the Libertons." Damian nodded. The Libertons were the Scammells' competitors in business and Damian had been involved in a conflict with the Libertons two years ago, which ended with him being injured by a few Libertons. Since then, he started experiencing discomfort in his legs, which progressed into a complete

I scrolled to the name: Markus Thorne. Thorne was a reporter for a major sports investigative desk, known for his hostility toward established club owners and his particular venom for Titan Energy’s monopolistic practices. He wanted Damian's blood; I just intended to deliver it in small, precise doses. I pressed the call button, ensuring my voice was low, flat, and entirely professional. “Thorne,” I greeted when he picked up on the second ring.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

All the eyes turned to Damian, waiting for him to defend himself. We expect him to curse Zack out—but he didn't. He stands there, froze. "See?" Zack started speaking again. "You're trying to protect Adrian, that makes you gay as f*ck." Zack's laughter thundered across the camp—but he stopped when Damian speak. "I'm not gay," Damian whispered. "I WILL NEVER BE F*CKING GAY!" Damian's voice roared—shaking the whole camp. Nobody said another word as Damian left, entering the forest.

Damien was already in the dining hall with several Council members who'd apparently arrived early. Among them was Aldric Thorne. I recognized him from my mother's journal: tall, silver-haired, with ice-blue eyes that seemed to see too much. The Council's head enforcer. Responsible for eliminating threats. He looked up as I entered, and our eyes met. For a moment, I felt a chill run down my spine. Those eyes were assessing, calculating. Did he suspect what I was? I forced myself to smile and walk over. "Council Member Thorne. What an unexpected pleasure."