Damien X Pip Novels & Stories

“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.

Damian Today I’m going to the shop. It’s been about a week since my uncle Skull left and everything has been calm. I’m keeping my guard up but I’m glad there hasn’t been any retaliation for me kicking him out. As I walk in the custom bike shop, one of the many businesses the club owns, I notice two of the mechanics arguing and it’s getting louder. One of them a prospect named Koda is going toe to toe with my seargant at arms Ax.

"You are being so naive, What on earth makes you so sure that George and Ethan aren't even in on this together? What if George is helping him cover his tracks?" Damien’s expression hardens instantly. He gives me a heavy warning look, his eyes narrowing at my words. He doesn't say anything immediately, but the strict intensity in his gaze makes me bite my tongue. Without saying anything, Damien turns and walks over to the small open kitchen area. He opens the refrigerator, pulls out a glass pitcher of chilled orange juice, and pours a good amount into a clean glass. He walks back over to where I am standing, holding out the cold glass toward me while using his free hand to pull out a comforta

They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire. "C'mon give me that chinese girl number. I want to know what it feels like f**king an Asian girl" Damien said. Vinson was somewhere in a corner calling his girlfriend. "She is Asian, she won’t give in that easily" Philip said and Damien laugh. "Have you forgotten who I am?" "No I haven’t, you are a bad boy" "Exactly. Give me her number and I am going to show you what I can do. I’m not a handsome baddie for nothing"

Damien surprised me by saying, turning everyone’s attention to him. “Damien…” Xaden said, cocking his head to the side. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here. Should I be honored for the visit?” “I’m obviously not here for you,” Damien shot back. He then glanced at me and then back at Xaden. “But I’m glad you aren’t dead. I don’t think any amount of mates could make that okay for Anila.” I buried my face in Xaden’s chest, not wanting to think about something so horrific happening to him. He kissed the side of my temple and ran his fingers through my hair as if he couldn’t get enough of touching me. Warmth spread throughout my entire body from his touch.

“You sleep there tonight. On the rug. No blanket. Hands behind your back. If you touch that leaking cock even once, I’ll know. And I’ll cuff you to the post and edge you until you’re sobbing.” Kai lay down on the soft rug, curling on his side, painfully hard and aching. Damien stripped efficiently, revealing a body carved from violence and discipline—broad chest dusted with dark hair, abs like stone, powerful thighs, and that monstrous cock still half-hard. Damien killed the lights and got into the bed above him. For a long moment, only the sound of rain against the windows filled the room. Then his voice came, low and intimate in the darkness: “Sweet dreams, little thief. Day one has only j

After a long pause, Damien whispered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Mr. Smith, despite his usual stern demeanor, placed a hand on Damien’s shoulder. “You’re overwhelmed. But we’ll figure it out.” “I don’t want to hurt anyone,” Damien murmured, his voice barely audible. Rachel and Mr. Smith exchanged another glance, their concern deepening. Rachel pulled the blanket up to his chin and patted his arm. “Sleep it off for now. We’ll talk in the morning.” Damien’s breathing began to even out as the alcohol and exhaustion pulled him into a restless sleep. Rachel sat by his side for a while, her hand still on his arm, while Mr. Smith stood silently near the door, his expression unreadable.