Damon Hacker Novels & Stories

I had to quickly think of how to keep him close, that was how I told him I was a lesbian, so he won't have issues with being with me. I had to listen to him talk about his Erica every time I went visiting him, I pretended to give him a listening ear when in my deepest of hearts, I wanted him for myself. Who wouldn't love or want Damian Anderson? He is tall, he is handsome, caring, and to top the chart, he is a secret billionaire. Who needs love when there is so much money flying around. Damian is a big spender and he has unknowingly been helping me sponsor my secret addiction. With the global economic meltdown, the price of purchasing coke and other hard drugs from the street has tripled. My

No wonder everyone in the Godly Food Party often picked on him. “Just kidding! It’s not difficult. I know this much because I realised that I’ve been working with her for a while in the past. Chatura once worked with a notorious hacker who committed white-collar crimes before Ganesha shackled her. Or at least, the world thinks she stopped her freelancing endeavours after working for Ganesha.” It took Zen several minutes to understand the hints. However, when he finally realised who Damian was referring to, he pointed a finger at the smirking cyborg accusingly with even more questions than answers.

Liza, my first roommate who had been jailed for killing a councilman had been released long before the war started, and after months of therapy funded by Damon, had given herself into helping convicts who had been convicted wrongly. The harem had been the first creation of Rogu’s to be destroyed completely by Damon. As suspected, he had planned to sacrifice some of the convicted girls to make his hypnosis spells work. The harem had also been a hideout for several other messed up plans he had prepared for the future. Some of Damon’s men had protested, but this time, Damon stood his ground and dismissed any councilman who still stood for evil just as long as it afforded him a few minutes of pl

he announced, loudly. My heart started shaking at their testimonies about Damien, I knew this was a dead end. The fourth guy was dark skinned. He took off his hoodie and I could see his face properly. “Madam, I don't know who Damien is, but my spirit is against this mission" he said. “Anytime Femi’s spirit is against something, we always get in trouble," the Russian guy added. The fifth guy looked like the tech guy.

But as I stepped into the bedroom, I froze. Someone was there. A man stood beside her bed. He looked… divine. Radiant. Familiar. “Who are you?!” I shouted, fear and adrenaline crashing over me. He turned slowly, his eyes calm but ancient. “Remember me, Cullen?” he asked with a knowing smile. I stared at him, the memories stirring at the edge of my consciousness. “You're not Thanatos,” I said warily. He stepped closer, his face serious now. “I was the messenger. The one who gave you the Black Pearl long ago.”

“Don’t worry, pay it in. I’m raising a daughter you know.” Damien said. “Okay, and before I forget, I need you to look for someone for me. She goes by the name Jenna Marbles. She is involved in this case.” He dropped a picture of Jenna. Diablo wrote down the name then stared at it for a while. Jenna Marbles sounded familiar to him in some way. He didn’t know if it was the Marbles or the Jenna. He raised a brow. “I feel like I already know this person. Any other information you can leave?”

“We believe someone might’ve impersonated your login—” Damien slammed the table. “I don’t want belief. I want fucking results! I want this fixed!” Phones buzzed nonstop. More emails. Another news outlet claiming to have screenshots of the proposal. Leaks were multiplying. And then the worst call came in. Olivia paled as she handed Damien the phone. “It’s Mr. Serrano.” SableTech’s CEO. The man behind the $500 million partnership. Damien exhaled hard and answered. “DAMIEN Voss,” the voice roared immediately. “What kind of circus are you running?!”

--- A few hours later, they arrived at an old auto workshop on the edge of the city — owned by Leo, one of Damien’s oldest friends, a computer technician and former digital investigator for Adrian Corp’s security division. Leo’s eyes widened when he saw them. “Damien? God, what happened to you?” His gaze shifted to Rosemary — pale, drenched, shivering. “And you brought her?” Damien didn’t waste time. “We need your help, Leo. Cassandra’s gone too far. I want every piece of data she’s ever tried to hide.” Leo let out a long breath. “You realize how dangerous that is? Cassandra’s got professional hackers and airtight firewalls. If we’re caught, not only me — you two could end up in prison.”

he asked, grabbing a face towel from the counter to wipe the shaving cream off of his face. “On our way to the docks, please come get me” the girl cried, followed by a scream and then the call went dead. Damon tried to call her back but the call went straight to voicemail like her phone had been turned off. He cursed, walking out of the bathroom and into his walk-in closet. He threw on the first thing he saw and got his guns from his bedside table before rushing out of the house. Getting in his car, he contacted his hacker as he raced out of the driveway and got on the road “Yes boss??” The man picked up after the first ring, as if sensing the situation.

This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness. To hear Damon refer to him so casually, as his sidekick, was both shocking and unnerving. I looked back at the young man in the corner. He didn’t fit the image I had in my head of a notorious hacker. Caleb—Black Vortex—seemed almost... ordinary. His messy black hair fell over his face as he worked, his fingers moving like lightning over the keyboard. “Black Vortex?” I repeated, my voice was filled with disbelief. “You’re telling me he works for you?”