Damion's Rib Haven Novels & Stories

“Ruby..” He lifts his chin. “Ruby would spit in my eye if I left friends in a hole to play hero at home. We do both. Besides, I am not letting you save my mate without me. I’m done being that kind of man.” “Good,” Damien says flatly from the doorway. He looks like he hasn’t slept, because he hasn’t. Midnight glows under his skin like a forge waiting to be let loose. “Because I’m coming either way as well.”

Eric Damian, for a moment, was lost in some thoughts known to him alone. “Well, I am a Liberian, so I guess books are part of life so to speak,” Vivian said with a funny light laugh and Damian offered the slightest of smiles as he returned back to the stool to sit. However he stood back up from where he sat, rather in a haste, as if he just remembered he had something cooking on the stove and needed to check it urgently. He walked straight towards Vivian, who took some steps backwards, wondering what he wanted to do. Damian's face was stern and serious, showing that he was not joking around and meant business.

No crowd that didn’t know his name only to use it. Liam insisted on picking the place. A small, discreet restaurant tucked away on a side street, the kind that didn’t advertise itself because it didn’t need to. The windows glowed amber against the night, rain-slick pavement reflecting soft light instead of neon. Damian stepped out of the car and adjusted his jacket out of habit, then paused. Jacob noticed. “You don’t have to armor up,” Jacob said lightly, clapping a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “This isn’t a boardroom ambush.”

They could flock to Krispin, the lead singer of Blood Rights, and leave me the fuck alone. Damian, the owner of Club El Diablo, an exclusive kink club in Houston, recommended the woman who would soon be joining me. She wouldn't want paparazzi attention either. I laughed when Damian told me she owned a publishing house and was a real ball-breaker. He knew my needs and thought the two of us might be a good match. Blood Rights, my band, had just returned from a world tour and I didn't have time to look for a woman who fit my parameters. I'd never been disappointed with Damian's suggestions in the past, so I trusted his judgment now.

**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

It let loose another roar, letting Damien know that it thought he was the victor of this little spat. However, Damien was waiting for just such a move. He pushed off the ground with every ounce of strength and fury he had in him, flying right into the bear's chest, going for the throat. He hit the bear hard, but somehow it remained standing. He fell away from the bear with a chunk of flesh and fur in his mouth. He had missed the jugular vein and got a mouthful of fat and skin instead. The bear swung one of its forelegs, catching him in the ribs. He yelped while flying through the air. He hit a tree hard and landed on his back, dazed. He couldn't breathe, his muscles screaming in agony. He co

Damian ran his fingers through his hair in frustration when he realized that for the very first time he's unable to find his wife but of course he didn't give up as he kept searching for the Van … “ See if there's any abandoned factory, warehouses or buildings around this place ..” Ramon suddenly pointed a spot on the screen because he noticed there was a Blind Spot before the tunnel so it's highly possible they could be in any building in that area.. Damian of course wasted no Time as he began searching but unfortunately for them there were alot of factories and abandoned warehouses over there and they really didn't have time to search through the warehouse.. He took a deep breath to calm h

Damian cut in. Damian Cross has been friends with Avery and Roselyn since they were kids, but unlike them, Damian came from an average family; his dad was a professor at Central city college and his mom owns a store, unlike hers, whose dad was a billionaire investor and businessman whose focus spanned wide, from tech companies to chains of hotels, entertainment companies and construction.

His phone ring again, and again he hangs up without even looking at it: “Let me take you home? I’ll arrange the place for the night, and you can have a few hours for a rest after today’s battle. Do you have any preferences?” “Hmm…” I frown, thinking hard. I was once such a foodie that I would cook Sebastian dinner seven different things a week myself even though he is paying for half a dozen maids, but coming out of my personal hell, I seemed to have lost interest in any sort of enjoyment. Seeing my lost face, Damian offers with a light tone, carrying on the talk by himself: “How do you feel about grilled ribs with sweet spicy sauce, plus a bottle of beer?” I swallow subconsciously, shocked

“We don’t have confirmation she’s there—” “We don’t have time to wait,” Damion cut him off. “Adrian won’t keep her in one place for long.” Leonard sighed but nodded. He knew Damion was right. The driver glanced at Damion through the rearview mirror. “Where to, boss?” Damion’s eyes were like steel. “To the docks.” Warehouse District The SUV rolled to a stop on the outskirts of the abandoned industrial sector. The area was quiet—too quiet. Damion stepped out of the car, his muscles tense. The scent of saltwater and rust filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of waves slapping against the docks. The rows of dilapidated warehouses stood in eerie silence, their broken windows reflecting