Damion's Rib Haven Novels & Stories

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.

Wayne bows deeply and retreats, the door clicking shut behind him. Damian stands alone for a moment, the plan solidifying in his mind. He strips efficiently, shedding his clothes until his skin is bare to the air. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, already thickening with the anticipation of the hunt. He pulls a silk robe from the wardrobe, sliding the smooth fabric over his broad shoulders and tying it loosely at the waist. It hides nothing, the slit gaping open to reveal his muscular legs and the shadow of his manhood. He does not believe there is an omega alive who can resist him when he decides to make a move, and he intends to prove it tonight.

No, it's absurd, he wouldn't waste time on that, Damian is not the type of man who pursues women, or at least he gives the impression that he doesn't. I hide nimbly in another hallway; he won't be able to see me if I bend down to look for boxes of double-sided tape. There's just a long shelf full of products between Damian and the girl who serves it, and I can hear what they're saying. I hear the reason he was here. “You have my order.” Damian says in a deep voice. My curiosity arouses and I want to know what he came to buy. "Of course sir." The sound of iron hitting the ground tells me to buy chains, “12 to 0.551 hexagonal link steel chain with titanium reinforcements, almost impossible to

"If that works for you, that's what I'll do. But when you're done, meet me here. Do not move from this spot once the lights go off. Understand?" I held his eyes with intention, chewed my bottom lip, and nodded innocently. Ryker dropped his hand, but he didn't move...not even when I faced the stage. The music faded out, and darkness engulfed the club. I waited for the first beat of "Pour It Up" by Rihanna to start. In the moments between Jasmine's exit and my entrance, Ryker grazed my side with his hand and caressed my exposed skin just under the corset, possessively. Nikki fell away, and in her place, Diamond took the stage.

“They wouldn’t even let me touch her. Loyalty even through her own body in front of me to stop me from seeing her! Then her boy toy showed up and my daughter clung to him like it was second nature to her” Gabe steps back out of his room with a tablet in his hands. “Amory Williams, current age twenty-one, is the owner of the Spark nightclub in Red Hook, Brooklyn, New York. Her current address is the address of the nightclub's address. Her previous address was some building in Downtown Brooklyn. Her education, she has a degree in Business and Finance. The girl has been busy, damn! She owns two vehicles, the motorcycle from you and some car I’ve never even heard of before! She’s listed as legal

I asked. Damien smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Rodrigo’s a fan of horse riding. He runs an underground betting club based on it—completely illegal, of course. But he’s rich enough to bribe the right people and keep it running. That’s why I asked if you’re good at riding.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, nodding slowly. “Okay, so I get close to him through this riding club and dig up information. Got it.”

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

He carried no laptop, no files, just himself. And somehow, that was enough. “Ms. Whitmore,” he greeted with a smooth nod. “Mr. Adams.” Ryan stiffened. “You know my name.” Damian smiled slightly. “I make it a habit to know the names of those who protect people I’m interested in.” Ryan’s eyes widened. “Interested? In what sense?” Damian looked at Aria. “In the business sense,” he said with a calm that didn’t fool anyone. Ryan reluctantly sat. Damian pulled out a chair opposite Aria and sat down. “I assume you’ve heard by now. I own Blackwood Holdings.”

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 , you better tell me . I don’t like putting people to report me on everything that you do so be a good boy and tell me the whole story . “ said madam Diana . “ If I tell you , you are sure to nag me for a very very very long time . “ said Damian . “ I promise I won’t nag you . I just want to know . If it’s something concerning your health , you better go and get checked . I am serious . “ said madam Diana .