Damned Novel Novels & Stories

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

I got out of the room and went in search of Damien. I searched everywhere till I was directed to a room which happened to be his study. I barged into the room and saw him. Damien was with a novel with his sleeve unbuttoned, tie loosen. I knew Damien came here to avoid our conversation. “You should learn manners! You don't just barge in on people! I would have been with a guest of naked" he said flipping the page of the novel with him. “That is not the point Mr cabin prince! Why are you avoiding me?" I asked locking to door to make sure he doesn't run off again.

Sebastian took a careful step back, letting him fall heavily to his knees on the pristine carpet. Damian buried his bloody, ruined face in his hands. He was the monster in the story. He had sent a penniless, pregnant woman out into the bitter, unforgiving New York winter with absolutely nothing to her name. He did not know where she was sleeping. He did not know if she was safe. He did not even know if his unborn child was still alive. He had done the unforgivable. The agonizing, violent sobs echoed loudly through the corporate suite for several long, agonizing minutes. Sebastian simply stood guard silently, letting the poison completely drain out of the wound.

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

Vincent's pov Thursday 29th April 2021 ******************************* Damian is wonderful. He made me breakfast this morning after I woke up in his arms and then fucked me again. God his dick is amazing. I can positively say it's the best dick I've taken up my ass before. He knew exactly how to make me feel good and gave me a mind blowing orgasm with his fucking and touching. Unfortunately I've got to go home and do a job with my cousins so I couldn't stay for another round. My ass is sore but I manage to look normal as I step into the Romano mansion. I can hear my cousins arguing so I go into the lounge and stand in the doorway.

As I left the mansion later that night, legs shaky and Damien’s warm cum still leaking from me with every step, the memory of being fucked against the railing while a party happened below burned hot in my mind. I had come here to become a better writer. Instead, Damien Cross was turning every chapter of his book into my real-life corruption. And I was becoming addicted to living dangerously on the page… and on his cock.

I finally decided to write my first book. And honestly, it feels like stepping into a room I’ve always been daydreaming of but never dared to enter. The beginning might not be perfect. Still a little rough around the edges, but I promise, it only gets better. This story dives deep into a dark, addictive romance. One that’s brutal, steamy, and emotionally intense. Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power.

Starting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this.

“Sure you aren’t.” Silence settled between them for a moment. Then Vince added casually, “She’s beautiful when she’s angry.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “Careful.” Vince laughed. “I’m just saying. That woman has fire. The kind that burns men alive.” Damien leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “She looked at me this morning like I was the devil.” “Well… to her, you are.” Damien didn’t respond. Because Vince wasn’t wrong. Back at the Blackwell estate, another war was quietly brewing.