Damien X Pip Novels & Stories

Xander replied as he placed his hand on his heart and smirked. “Shut it, meathead!” I told him. I left the room as I called Damien. He answered the call at the fourth ring. “Did you find him?” Damien asked, his voice sounding hopeful. “Yeah, I did. That idiot was sleeping at my place with his phone on silent.” I answered. Damien was silent for a few seconds. “I know that you will make sure that the idiot feels sorry for what he did but please punch him on the face for me.” Damien spoke up after a while. I chuckled as I turned around to look at Xander.

Xavier straightened to his full height, unbothered by the mood in the room—his trench coat still catching the gold light like he was auditioning for villain of the year. “Damien Cassius Tenebris,” Moses corrected flatly from the couch without even looking up, one hand flicking a sound dial on his janky setup. “Trash name.” Miriam clicked her tongue. “Pretentious. Reads like an off-brand cologne.” Xavier—no, Damien Cassius Tenebris stood in the center of their common room like he was trying not to get eaten. Which, to be fair, was an entirely valid fear. He was smiling.

“You knew what he planned to do?” “You can’t win, Adrian. You are a king, but you are not a warrior. You will lose. Between Caspian and Damien…I choose the lesser of two evils.” "I saw you shift," Pippa says to Damien. She already knows how he did it. She's just trying to buy time. "We forced your shift. You are Lycan." "It was just an illusion, you idiot. I thought you are clever," he looks at Joseph. "Didn't you tell me she's smart?"

Kyle tapped on the empty space on the chair. "Damian, you look tired. Are you sick?" Peter asked his friend. "No, no. I've just been preparing for a small project I should send to the university. I'm just afraid that I won't be accepted there." Damian answered. "What do you want to be?" asked Peter. "I want to be a fashion designer," Damian smiled shyly to his crush. "Wow, really?" Peter widened his eyes and kept staring at Damian for a long moment, making him slightly uncomfortable—but in a good way. "I can already see you signing a contract with one of the most famous brands."

Damien is sitting in his room with a book open on his lap. He’s not reading it but rather gazing at a picture of two people in their teens, smiling for a selfie. The boy is Damien himself as a sixteen year old. The other one is a girl who’s slightly younger than him. She has curly dark hair and a sweet smile. Her black eyes are almost sparkling and the two teens seem to be very close. The picture was taken in a hospital and both of them were in their patient garbs.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

Water dripped from his hair. “Well, well,” he said in a rough voice. His gray eyes moved slowly over my thin tank top and short sleep pants. “You must be Sophia. Alexander did not tell me his new stepdaughter looks this good.” My face got hot right away. I held the glass tight in my hand. “You are Damien, right?” He gave a slow, dangerous smile and stepped closer. I could smell rain and a strong manly smell on him. “Yes. My brother and I share many things. Business. Houses. And sometimes… women.”

“He won’t. Because I’m going to make sure those records disappear. And then I’m going to make sure Ryan knows never to speak your name again. And Marcus… I’m going to take everything from him.” Kai looked at him. “How? He’s powerful too.” Damien smiled, but it wasn’t warm. “Not as powerful as he thinks. I’ve been watching him for years. He has debts. Hidden accounts. Business partners who hate him. I’m going to call them all. I’m going to squeeze him until he has nothing left to offer anyone. Including you.” Kai took his hand. “I don’t want you to become someone else because of this. I fell in love with the man who’s learning to be soft. Not the man who destroys people.”

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, heading for the bathroom, when Damien appeared in the doorway—sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a black singlet clinging to his shoulders. “Where are you off to?” Damien asked casually. “I’m going to the bathroom,” Luxian replied, slipping past him. Damien followed. “How are you doing?” Luxian turned sharply. “Hey—get out. You want to watch me take a shit?” “I’ve seen you naked before. I don’t mind.” “That’s just nasty…” Luxian laughed, shoving him out. “I’ll be out in a sec.” Damien chuckled, retreating to the bed. He pulled out his phone. A notification popped up—unknown sender.