Damien X Novels & Stories

It wasn’t normal to have wet dreams about your stepbrother, but I had too many to care anymore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Damien came into view. He was leaning casually against the railing, dressed in black ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He was the epitome of a walking red flag, effortlessly attractive, but now engrossed in his phone. My breath caught in my throat, and as I took another step, he sensed my presence and looked up. His eyes met mine, and the air between us seemed to sizzle. Fuck!

she asked, rising from her seat. "Sit back down," Xander's cool, authoritative voice cut through the air. Sarah froze, then slowly sank back into the chair. Her mind raced. Her heart thudded like a drum. Damian stood a few feet away, dressed in a crisp black suit, his signature braids slicked back. His posture was casual, but his presence chilled her to the bone. Sarah had a thousand questions, but her mouth refused to cooperate. "Damian works for us," Xander announced with a sly smile.

“-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-” “-ful odors.” Damien burst out laughing at my interjection. “I exude power, you wretch.” “The stench of death? Is that why you have no friends? Because you smell like roadkill?” “You're insufferable,” he said. “At least I'm not the root of all suffering.” “I think you two might need counselin',” Damien observed.

Damian let out a bitter laugh. “For crying out loud, Mum — he destroyed every file about Cassie’s murder.” His voice shook with rage. “He insisted they call it an accident so no one could trace anything back to him.” His expression twisted in pain. “Killing Xander would be nothing to him.” Liam nodded once, slow. Cold. “Exactly.” Damian continued, voice shaking. “He even killed that woman in front of her sons. He didn’t care Kelvin was just a kid. That man is a devil.”

"You guys suck! I'm so fucking both of you in the ass tonight, you two Xavier! My cock is so going in your ass!" Damien said angrily which caused Xavier to throw his head back laughing louder.

Damien. I sit and pick at my food, watching the city below. Humans drive home from work, crowd into buses, laugh on sidewalks. They have problems—bills, bosses, relationships—but none of them know what it feels like to have your soul ripped in half in front of a room full of people. Lucky. The study door opens. Damien steps out, jacket off now, white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. There’s ink on one of his forearms—a dark, intricate design that disappears under the cuff.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

His red eyes glittered eerily as his eyes never left the baby in Talia's arms. "That's none of your business", Cassie said. "Why don't you just leave us alone?". "I have no issue with you bitch",Damian said. "I'm just after Xavier. I told you I don't forget so easily. I always get my revenge". "Revenge for what?",Tabitha snapped. "Raping a defenceless woman? You should be ashamed of your bloody self".

I finally managed to ask, pressing a hand to my heart to steady myself. Damien’s gaze softened, and he smiled faintly. “I like you, Xiana,” he said simply. “More than you probably realize. I don’t want to lose you. That’s my greatest fear. I just thought you should know—just in case you ever need to save me.” Without giving me a chance to respond, he stood up abruptly. “Good night, Xiana. You need to rest,” he said, his voice more composed now. But as he turned away, I noticed the tips of his ears glowing red.

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.”