Damien Thorn South Park Novels & Stories

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

Right? …Oh God. I collapsed onto my bed, mentally screaming. Lucian was… intense. Rough. Confident. Very, VERY experienced. And I was… A virgin. A painfully curious, sexually frustrated virgin who just accidentally watched the hottest live-action p**n in existence performed by the one man who already made my stomach do cartwheels when he was fully clothed. Now I’d seen… everything. I rolled onto my back and covered my burning face. “I’m going to hell.”

From Akiko’s description of the journey, it might be night by the time they arrived at Red Hood’s place. “All the better to catch the stalker, no?” Damian chuckled at his little joke. “Come on! Would it kill you to humour me?” Without mercy, Sasha made a face. “Yes, I would rather die than laugh at something unfunny.” Unable to hold back a snort at Sasha’s brutal attack on Damian’s self-esteem, Oritha shook her head at the flabbergasted cyborg who protested the treatment difference between himself and Zen. “We’re both nerds! Why is he funnier than me?!”

My hips rock involuntarily, my breaths coming in slow, soft pants. “Fuck.” My eyes snap to Lucien as he softly mutters that word, and I watch as he adjusts himself, eyes locked on me, roaming from my panting face to my pumping fingers. My cheeks burn, so I look forward, but my eyes land on Thorne instead. The smug grin always on his face is fading, now replaced by a dark look of raw hunger. “Faster.” Damien’s command is husky, pillow-soft yet dangerous as he growls, “I want to hear how wet you are from being watched. Fuck yourself like the disobedient slut you are.”

Made my face do what it always did. The bus stopped. I stepped off. Valour Thorne was standing just inside the gate. I had heard about him from Quill. Former private military. Seven years with Damien. The man who had stopped an attempt on Damien's life with thirty seconds and two words. He looked exactly like that description — dark brown skin, close-cropped hair greying at the temples, built like someone had designed him specifically for standing between danger and the thing worth protecting. His dark eyes took everything in and gave nothing back.

"Damian didn’t just attempt to take over the company. He tried to drain the pension funds of Thorne Group employees to cover massive losses incurred by The Labyrinth on the Asian black market. He has embezzled public funds on a national scale." Damian laughed, though unease began to show in his eyes. "That’s nothing but data manipulation, Liora. You’re an IT expert you could make anything appear on that screen." "Is that so?" Liora pressed another key. "Then let’s hear it straight from the source." The recording of a conversation between Damian and a money-laundering syndicate representative echoed through the room. In the audio, Damian clearly stated he would "sell off Thorne Group’s physic

"Be honest with me, you old fogey. Are you just sick of having me around because I'm getting in the way of you fooling around with that widow, Gloria Jenkins? Is that why you're sending me off to be someone's live-in son-in-law?" Dragging his suitcase behind him, Damian Luther stood at the village entrance and snapped furiously at Alden Thorne, a pervy-looking old man who came to see him off. "That's nonsense! Do you think I'm that kind of guy?" Alden barked with a furious glare as he kicked Damian in the rear.

"I am Gideon, the pack's elder and healer. Pardon my young brothers; hospitality isn't quite the primary curriculum in a pack that has been under siege for three years." Noah looked at Gideon’s extended hand for a second before shaking it. Gideon’s grip was warm and firm, but as their fingers met, Noah felt a strange, subtle pulse,like a faint electric current running under the old man’s skin. Gideon’s eyes flickered with a sudden, deep interest as he caught Noah’s scent up close. "Fascinating," Gideon murmured under his breath, his eyes darting to Francis. "The Luna Silva signature is saturated deep into his dermis. Francis... he smells like the old forest before the fires."

Thorin huffed as he looked around the forest. “However, his wife Rosemary, she’s a breath of fresh air. Reminds me a lot of Imara, honestly. Gentle and kindhearted. He’s also got two children named Sigrid and Damien. They’re every bit their father. His family is everything to him so be respectful. Not that I guess I need to tell such fine Southern gentleman that, but Daniel has no patience when it comes to them, and family or no, he’d kill you in a heartbeat, Ben. So, like I said, keep that buried deep inside you. Just remember that you got that sweet girl waiting on you and hear whatever he’s got to say.”

Seeing her best friend not waking up, Avery smirked, knowing one of his weaknesses. Damian was ticklish. She sat on his thighs and started tickling his waist with her fingers. “No!” Damian shouted and started laughing, “No! Ave! Stop please!” he lied on his stomach, bursting out laughing as he couldn’t control it. “Avery fucking Jones!” Damian's screams and laughs could be heard all around the small loft. Avery was now smiling proudly, staring at her best friend, who was already up and washing his face. “Chocolate?” Tom asked.