Damon Hacker Novels & Stories

Juliet reassures me. I type his name, Damon. A lot of Damons just continue to appear on the front page, making me scroll down if I'll be able to find any similarities. Damon's a werewolf, he must hide his identity very well and I think he wouldn't want anyone to find him—he had years, centuries, to even conceal his identity from the one main enemy, the internet. Where anything can be exposed if he's not careful. G****e has everything. The world's information, the world's map, entirely everything. However, not even G****e is capable of capturing Damon's information or he just has a really great hacker, to hide all of his informations. He would hide everything, he's a werewolf.

She felt like a burglar, worried about being caught. "I know, but don't worry. The CCTV is hacked now, thanks to a cool hacker I know. Although, I did teach him most of his skills," Damian boasted, showing off his computer expertise. "You're a crazy bastard!" Alicia snapped, angry at Damian's recklessness, before opening the door to her apartment. "Oh! I feel kind of bad because I bought all the lavender in the whole of LA only to have you call me a crazy bastard," Damian sighed, sounding deliberately disappointed.

“Selene’s network is buried deep. If we don’t act fast, she’ll strip everything from my company—and us.” Damien didn’t glance up from his work. “I’m in the mainframe now. Whoever this hacker is, they’re good. Real good.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. “Better than you?” Damien snorted. “Please. I’ve cracked government servers in under ten minutes. This joker won’t hold me up for long.” Elias leaned forward, his jaw clenched. “How long until we regain access?” “Depends,” Damien replied, typing faster. “The hacker left breadcrumbs, but they’re wrapped in encrypted firewalls. I need a little more time.”

POV: Damon Cross Damon had learned to live with control. Every meeting, every deal, every rival taken off the board, they all bent to his will eventually. That was the CrossTech way. Yet as he stared at the streams of code filling the darkened office screen, control felt like sand slipping through his fingers. ShadowByte. The phantom hacker who had stolen his attention more than any merger or acquisition. The copycat incident was resolved, his influence had forced the imposter to confess, and the smear campaign had been contained. But the original ShadowByte still moved freely. Somewhere in this city, she breathed, worked, and plotted. And Damon was closer to her than ever.

"I'm listening." Kendrick launched into a detailed explanation of his plans, but Damon's mind began to wander. He was thinking about the potential profits, the ways he could manipulate Kendrick to get what he wanted. Just as Kendrick finished his pitch, Damon's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, standing up. He stepped out of the room, his right-hand man, Marcus, waiting for him in the hallway. "What is it?" Damon asked, his voice low and even.

He added. I was still quiet. I wondered who the Farina family was and what stunts they pulled. I still didn’t know who the men were, but they were definitely part of Vito’s group. “Welcome to our organization, Nessa.” The man who gave me a welcoming smile earlier finally spoke. “I’m Damon.” He introduced himself to me. “Thank you, nice meeting you.” I said faintly. “And her identity shouldn’t be compromised. In whatever we do, nobody has to know she works for us or that she’s even a hacker.” Vito continued speaking. He looked at the three of them, waiting for some sort of assurance.

He pondered momentarily but ultimately didn't leave the car to call her. Watching the Forger family's car drive away, he was about to leave when his phone suddenly rang. "So, are you in Singapore?" "Are you inviting me for a drink?" Cheerful laughter came from the other end. "It's a small matter." "Why would you invite me for a drink if it's not difficult?" "Help me catch a hacker." Damian Desmond gritted his teeth slightly as he simplified the story of his company's computer being hacked by a hacker. Although the server system had returned to regular operation, that hacker was audacious and elusive. He couldn't be caught, and Damian Desmond was seething with anger.

The heat of desire, of wanting, of desperately needing that to become a reality has me on the verge of snarling my acceptance of that future. Thankfully, Yana comes bursting back into the room at that moment. “I’ve got them!” she says. “Perfect timing. Jude is being released,” Luna Yara says. “It’s Hacker, Mom,” Yana says, aggravation lacing her tone. “Actually, Phisher,” I say, using the name that Hijack gave Yana after he worked with her earlier this year, “your mother has a codename now too.” Both women look at me, although Yana rolls her eyes at the name.

One big arm locked around his waist, the other hand resting possessively over the plugged, cum-filled ass. “Victor won’t stop,” Damien said quietly into the darkness. “He lost twelve men tonight. He’ll come harder next time. And he knows you’re my weakness now.” Kai traced the new cut on Damien’s ribs. “Then let me help. For real. Not just scraps on a tablet.” Damien was silent for a long time. Then he sighed. “My last serious attachment… her name was Lena. She was brilliant like you. Hacker, thief, beautiful. I kept her for six months. Got too comfortable. Victor’s predecessor got to her. Used her to hurt me. She didn’t survive the message.”

“Alright, let me go over it.” I sat upright, and interlocked my fingers and spoke. “Does anyone care to tell me why there are missing funds and we have been losing shipments to the Crimson Sparrows?” They turned in their seats, looking at each other. I kept talking. “And it's weird the police intercepted one of the deals.” I lifted my eyes, letting my gaze drag over each face. “That kind of information does not leak by magic.” A loud silence followed. I glanced at Victor, the first one. He was bald with a red mustache. He had been in the circle for ten years. “Did you talk to anyone?”