Damion's Rib Haven Novels & Stories

Flashback Damien stared at the door from where Ryan left after comforting him. His lips twitched in a smirk. "My boy doesn't even know that I already know about my Princess's plans." Smiling to himself, he casually strolled to the couch and pick up his white shirt. "Emma, Emma. What should I do with you?" Damien sang while wiping the sweat from his neck and chest, "Just why can't you give in? Do you think that fucking human will save you? How naive."

These two a pain in the ass. Even Diane can’t be peaceful in her seat she is starting to get fumed for there presently. Damien first broke the silence that deafening all of them. “ Mr. Ribbs you’re here ?” he said mockingly. “ Of course Mr. Anderson! My girlfriend is here so technically I can say, I should be here don’t you think? He said emphasizing the relationship they have. “ Ohh! Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Ribbs..! I was just asking out of curiosity and that is if she will still be your girlfriend after this!” he said as he went near to Jamie’s bedside and put the fruits and flowers he bought.

If I had just stayed put and hadn't followed Sabrina to the party, then none of this would've happened. I feel so horrible that he went through whatever it was he went through to save me. And now here he is, peering at me with those stony grey orbs of his, so intense, my heart races. Liam's gaze drifts to the TV, his face twisting into a little frown as the anchor woman's voice continues to talk about Damien. “Damien Blackwell, 32, was a visionary entrepreneur and philanthropist, known for his innovative approach to technology and business. His company, Vismo, revolutionized social media and...”

He was leading like a storm. The Rossi warehouse on the east docks had always been a hub of smuggling routes — weapons, drugs, bribes slipping through the night. Damian knew it. His father had once traded there. Tonight, it would burn. He arrived with twenty men, shadows slipping between crates and rusted containers. The guards never saw them coming. Knives slit throats, silenced guns dropped men before alarms could ring. Damian moved at the front, ruthless, a blade flashing in his hand. One guard lunged at him, machete raised. Damian caught his wrist, twisted, and drove the man’s own blade into his chest. Blood sprayed, warm against his face, but he didn’t flinch.

Damian froze mid-turn, spine going rigid like someone had yanked a chain straight through him. Rian, oblivious to the landmine he’d just stepped on, kept going with the easy confidence of a man who thought he was helping. Rian continued, oblivious, “—and there was something else mixed in. Rain, I think.” “What,” Damian said—low, guttural, a stripped-down thing. “What did you say?” Rian blinked. “I—uh—jasmine? I caught it in the chamber when we came in.” Damian took a step forward like a predator scent-tracking through fog, eyes dark and glassy. “Jasmine,” he repeated, each syllable carved with disbelief and something far more dangerous. “With a hint of rain—”

Liam interrupted, and Damian's gaze shifted towards Liam again, who stood by my side with a self-satisfied smirk, and a knot formed in my stomach. At this point, I was getting nervous, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on the upper side of my head from this sudden and unexpected confrontation. The air thickened with an unspoken history, and I braced myself for the storm that seemed imminent. "Anyway, you don't have to answer that, Ruby," Liam said, noticing my speechlessness. "Meet Damian, an old acquaintance who was once under my care back when we were training to become alphas at the werewolf academy. He was young and calm, but after he lost Ava, he lost it and changed into a monster

Damian couldn't sit and wait for a miracle to come. He couldn't concentrate on his work after thinking about how Taggart would marry Pearl without resistance. He was also the CEO of The Bronk Corporation. However, he was in a distinct line of industry compared to Excellor. After he acknowledged Pearl, Damian changed his mind to do business expansion. "Damn, I must have to find a way out!" he grumbled in annoyance. Pearl had stolen his mind, although he didn't want to admit it. He threw off his pen before taking his phone to call Alonzo. He didn't pick up the phone.

“Oh, I am sorry. But I am serious this time. Why don’t you decide when we will have a lunch? I am sure I will have time for it this time.” “Really?” “Yes, I swear.” Damian looked glad as if his plot had worked. He immediately said, “How about this noon?” **** “Mr. Collins, I have gotten some reliable news. Just as you thought, Damian’s now working with many companies in Rose City. He is looking for a business partner to help him develop an artificial intelligence product.” “Oh, which company he is working with?” “I have compiled a list.” Henry placed a folder on Zayden’s desk right away.

, Henry stuttered. " You wanted me to keep updated with one month old news. Woah! ", Damion taunted Henry. Damion, the second biggest dangerous man after Abeer in the Mafia world. He always tried to snatch that first position from Abeer but never got a chance for that. He doesn't believe in kindness neither in saying that have patience and time will show you the result. He believes in deciding on the spot and get the result as soon as possible. There is no point in waiting for miracle and that something finally good happens to a person after struggling and facing a lot of hurdles in their life.

My brothers suddenly sit up straight. “Fans flooded social media, shipping the pair under the trending couple name #Damena. However, according to a statement released by his agent, there is no romantic involvement between the Reaper rider and his best friend’s little sister — or any other woman for that matter. Damion Grimm is reportedly leaving his wild ways behind to focus on racing.” The reporter smiles, sharp and hungry. “But here at Channel 1, we always dig deeper.” The screen splits. On the left — me and Damion, standing on the beach. Very close to each other.