Damien X Novels & Stories

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

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.

I internally ask myself why he’s standing there like that without an umbrella. Damien doesn’t answer my question right away. He stops few steps away from me and studies me for a moment under the rain and shakes his head. He goes ahead to push his wet hair backwards with both hands before pulling out a box of cigarette from his leather jacket , he opens the full box, takes out a cigarette, places it between his lips and then throws the box away. He takes out a lighter and lights the cigarette. He takes a small drag, drops the burning cigarette on the wet ground and steps on it. I don’t know why I found that move insanely sexy. He holds my gaze before speaking

"...Cheers to more profits ahead." They raised their glasses and drank. "So," asked Damian as he finished his champagne, " what brings you back to New York?" "Nothing really. Sometimes we all need a break from work. I did meet someone though and I'm really into her. She is simply just so mysterious and sexy." "She good in bed?" Xavier smirked. "I can't kiss and tell." They both chuckled. "So what about you? Anyone special?" Damian was not sure how to answer that question. As he thought of a response, he looked around for Lilian. Soon Xavier's phone rang.

“Be quick we are leaving in some minutes.” Damien sighed. “I don’t think I can meet up, maybe I will meet you there.” Hugh nodded. “Cool, and bring your little pet if you want.” His eyes landed on me. It was full of disdain once again . What did I do to this dude? After Hugh left, Damien headed to the bathroom. When he emerged, water dripped from his hair and trailed down his toned body. He pulled on a shirt, but not before I caught myself staring. I quickly looked away, reminding myself who he was—a killer.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

“You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?” Elena’s face burned. “I’m fine. What do you need?” Damon’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I need you to stop pretending you didn’t cum like a slut on my fingers in that alley. Sit down and take notes.” All day he was worse than usual , more demanding. But every time she bent over to grab a file, his eyes devoured her ass. Every time she crossed her legs, he stared at her thighs like he wanted to spread them right there.

Lucian Moretti. The seats smelled like leather and danger. I curled into the corner, hugging my knees, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. The driver didn’t look back. He didn’t ask questions. Maybe that was the perk of being owned by someone like Lucian—silence wasn’t just expected, it was survival. My phone buzzed again. Lucian Moretti: They see you leave? I sniffled, typed back. Elena: Front row seats. Aria looked like she swallowed glass.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

He screamed and hit his fit repeatedly on the floor with so much force that he had a crack but at this point, he was willing to take physical pain in exchange for what was going on in his heart. He stood again, holding onto the kitchen counter as he stood up. He walked slowly to the room Lauren had stayed in, holding the wall or support as he staggered into it. Her scent still lingered around the room. He stood there looking at the bed and remembering the night they had spent in it, him buried inside her and her soft voice moaning his name. he heard her voice then, begging him to save her. Damien clutched his ears, falling onto the bed as her scream grew louder in his ears. “I’m sorry” he wh