Damion's Rib Haven Novels & Stories

"Ok, let's start then... Roy you will handle this shipment and inform me when your done with it..." Damian ordered him. "Ok brother, but I think I will need more men as this warehouse is in a secluded area and chances of getting attacked is high..." He explained... "Okk, Simon will give you as much men as you want..." Roy nodded and gave him a small smile... "Simon you go and take care of another shipment, it's an important one..." Simon nodded in agreement... Everyone left and Damian took out his phone to call his father but he wasn't answering his call, Damian called his bodyguard but no one was responding it...

“One, take one.” “You’re mean…” he took one out then gave the other back to her, “It’s been long, but I won’t ask if you’re fine because I know you’re not, and you won’t be for a long time.” “You too…your mate, Gabe said you’d reject her, is it true?” Damion nodded. “It is…but I’m going to be fine…soon.” He leaned back against the sofa. “But I wonder, how can you be so pretty even without being fine…you’re a goddess…I’ve told you already. Have you eaten breakfast yet?”

Finally, Damian pulled over to an abandoned cabin tucked deep into the woods. “We’ll hide here for now,” he said. The cabin was old, falling apart at the edges, but it would do. It had to. Inside, it smelled like dust and mold. The windows were cracked, and the floor creaked with every step. Damian collapsed onto a broken couch, his face pale. I knelt in front of him, carefully lifting his bloody shirt. The wound in his shoulder was bad. Too deep. “We need to get you to a hospital,” I said.

Naomi responded His eyes gleamed with triumph. “Good girl.” “But you let Ethan’s brother go. First, deal?” Damian exhaled, considering her. Then, he pulled out his phone again, tapping the screen. A voice crackled through the speaker. “Bring him to the drop site at Pier 17. Alive.” Naomi let out a shaky breath. Step one, done. Now, she just had to figure out how to destroy Damian before he destroyed her or anything she cared about.

“As we speak, Pa, I bet he’s realizing his mistakes. I will make him come to me.” “You said you loved him?” he questioned, staring at her worriedly. “I do,” she replied. “If by any chance nothing happens before next month, Lewiston is coming down!” *** Heavens Hospital, Texas. “Mr. Windsor!” Damian called, taking brisk steps towards the man in the blue suit, sitting with his legs crossed on one of the seats for VIPs in the most prestigious hospital in Texas. The hospital’s immaculate corridors buzzed with activity, yet this VIP section remained serene and quiet.

Jack Royce turned back to see him, Elliot. "Any news." "No Boss."Came his response sharply. Jack sank his teeth into his lower lips, feeling frustrated. His cheeks were flustered red but he decided not to show how agitated he was at the moment. *** Damien arrived in Las Vegas through a train which was coming all the way from the Northside. He saw, also read the news about the attack on his powerhouse. His fist clenched against into ball of fury, how dare them? He roared in his heart.

Damian said, smiling as he went through his bath. Entering his bathroom, Damian stripped off his black gloves, took off his shirt and trousers, and prepared for his bath. After he was done, he came out of the bathroom and dressed in sleeping wear. His phone rang, and he took it from the shelf to see who was calling. "Boss, should I arrange for any lady for you tonight?" Jeff Brody asked. Damian was in no mood for any woman. "No. Contact the Dawson family and let them know about my offer," he said.

Who knew all along that he was in crestview? The assistant picked up on the third ring, "Lana." "Liam, we've made a mistake," Lana said quickly, "Damien isn't in Emerald City. He's at Crestview." "What?" Liam was stunned, "Are you for real? They found him?" "Just get Paul and go over to Romero Solutions And Logistics" Lana replied, "Its one of Romero's subsidiaries in Crestview." "I know what it is, but why is Damien there?," Liam answered, his confusion growing by the minute, "Hold on, what's going on? What have you found, Lana?"

"Then we don't just broadcast. We travel. We need to show them that the Scribe and the Vulture are no longer separate entities. We are the Unified Ground." ​Hours later, we were in the Thorne private jet, cruising high above the Atlantic. The cabin was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the Ravello facility. Damian sat across from me, a glass of dark amber liquid untouched on the table between us. He looked tired, the lines around his eyes deeper than they had been when we first signed the contract. ​"You're thinking about the 'No Feelings' rule," I said, breaking the silence. ​Damian looked up, a faint, rueful smile touching his lips. "I’m thinking about how much easier my lif

Damian leaned back in the leather chair at the exclusive lounge downtown, laughter spilling from his lips. The music was loud, the champagne endless, and the company wild. He looked alive again, back to the Damian Cole who owned every room he stepped into. Ryan sat across from him, watching with a glass in hand. At first he smirked, but as Damian threw his head back and laughed at another joke, Ryan’s expression hardened. “Damian,” Ryan said firmly. Damian arched a brow. “What?”