Damien X Pip Novels & Stories

The family room was calm that night. Xavier sat in the main chair in his neat black suit, staring at the report in his hands. The door opened, and Damien walked in with an easy stride. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “My cousin who’s always busy with numbers. You don’t even give yourself time to have fun,” Damian said. Xavier didn’t look up. “I don’t have time for pointless things.” Damien chuckled, pulled out the chair across from him, and sat down.

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

He prepared the ingredients for chicken enchiladas the other day and I couldn't help but wonder in after my daily swim to sniff out the most delightful smell. He seemed pleased by my reaction towards his newly found dish. Morgan and Damien hadn't been so happy with each other. She says he's too bossy and Possessive, complaining about his every move. Something tells me, this whole issue has something to do with this new guy. The delicious morsel of a hunk Xavier, the one with the golden locks. Damien hasn't been to work for over a month now, he only works from home in the computer in his study. While Morgan decided to finish the baby shopping I picked some online.

“Going somewhere, little sis?” Riley froze. Damien sat on the couch in nothing but his dark sweatpants, legs spread wide, phone in his hand. 24, built like he lived at the gym, tattoos covering one arm. He had that stupid smirk on his face. “I thought you were out,” she muttered. “Nahh. Been home all night.” He tapped his phone screen a few times. “Had plenty of time to go through your shit.” Her heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?”

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

"Or would you like me to strip here to prove that I am not the woman named Camila you speak of?" Damian took a step back, his face deathly pale. Is it possible I’m truly wrong? Could my guilt be creating this illusion? he thought. Yet his heart kept screaming that this woman was his wife. "I will prove it," Damian said in a heavy voice full of both threat and desperation. "I will find out who you really are, Sheina Blake." Sheina smiled, and this time her smile looked almost pitying. "By all means, Mr. Xavier. Spend your money on that. Meanwhile, I will continue to create works that remind the world how fragile people like you truly are."

Damien’s steady presence, his quiet strength—it was different from anything I’d known. Meanwhile, Mum was shopping and planning nonstop, my family and his family meeting more often. Social media was ablaze—gossip columns and comment sections burning with talk of us. They dredged up his past, especially his ex, Tina Star—a well-known model. People wondered why it was me, not her. Some hated me, some liked me. But that was their business. I didn’t give a damn. ⸻ The following weekend, Damien took me to a secluded cabin by the lake—a place far from the flashing cameras and high society.

Little blondie bitch must have been stunned because she just came hobbling out on her 8 inch heals yelling incoherently. "Friend of yours?" I ask Damian and he just smirks as he drives off. Yea, I didn't think they were together. Looks like I made my first enemy here.

"Who allowed a fuckface like you in here?” The patrons at a few closed tables stopped playing and turned to us. “Mr-” “Don't bother, get the fuck out, don't come back here again” “You can't do that!” mustache man sputtered Damien leaned into his face and wave two fingers “Who the fuck am I?” I see a sting of doubt spread across his features and I want to commend him for not backing away from the large dangerous man who was obviously not his fan glaring down at him “You're Damien Cross”

Gideon sighs dramatically before pointing at Damien. “You know what's wrong with him?” I shake my head. “He has absolutely no appreciation for fashion.” Damien reaches for a slice of toast. “I own nineteen suits.” “Exactly.” Gideon looks at me. “Does that sound normal to you?” I shrug. “It explains a lot.” For a split second, Damien's lips curve into a smile. A real one. Small but unmistakably real. Breakfast is over sooner than I expect. Gideon’s phone vibrates halfway through his scrambled eggs.