Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

Damian emerged from the terrace, whiskey glass in hand, his silhouette sharp against the neon-lit Vegas skyline. His grey eyes pinned her, heavy with intent. A reflex she couldn’t stifle sent her fingers brushing over the book’s spine. He crossed the room, his steps deliberate, his gaze unwavering. He plucked an orchid from its nest of tissue paper, his thumb grazing its velvety edge before his fist closed, crushing it. The ruined petals fell to the marble like ash. “He thinks he can claim your mind, milaya,” Damian said, his voice a low growl, the Russian accent curling around the endearment. “My uncle missed the lesson on the Strip.”

“ Tell me , how far have the two of you gone ? “ asked madam Diana . “ We have already slept together a couple of times . “ said Damian . The look on madam Diana’s face made Damian feel the chills for the first time in a while in his life . The only time he felt the chills was when madam Diana confronted him about organising messy deals . “ I should have prevented you from coming to this city . You should have stayed abroad for a few months more . Yeah ! “ said madam Diana trying to keep her calm . “ Be a bit more understanding mom . I just dated someone whom I thought was interesting and felt comfortable with . Now , you are making me feel as if I am a criminal . I didn’t rape him . He was

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.

Pictures of me and Kade outside the venue, his hands on my waist and us leaving together. God. We looked like a real couple. “They know Kade is your new client.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The elevator feels too small, too hot, too freaking crowded. My lungs almost give up as I see another headline flash across my screen. COULD THE BLACK OUTCAST BE DATING HIS BROTHER’s BEST-FRIEND FOR REVENGE? DIRT BIKER KADE BLACK’s GIRLFRIEND IDENTIFIED AS MANAGER. CLIENT-MANAGER ROMANCE? My eyes squeeze shut. I wasn’t thinking when I asked him to pretend for me, I should’ve ended things there.

Before I could ask what she meant, I heard the sound of tires screeching against wet asphalt. A black car stopped a few feet away. Damian. He stepped out, rain plastering his shirt to his chest, eyes locking on Caroline. Then on me. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said sharply. “I could say the same,” I snapped. “Touching,” Caroline said, clasping her hands. “Both of you, here to save each other. Poetic, really.” “End this,” Damian growled. “Oh, but it’s just beginning.” She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small device - a recorder. “You built your empire on lies, Damian. Time to let the world hear them.”

He grabbed my jaw, placing a chaste kiss there before abruptly leaving the room, leaving me wet, aching, and panting. Damien Black was fucking wicked. Utterly fucking wicked.

"Damien, what's wrong? What's going on?" He closed his eyes and shook his head from side to side. "Nothing is wrong. Nothing has ever been more right then it is at this moment." Damien put his hands on the sides of her face then pulled her to his lips. He kissed her gently as he wrapped his arms around her again and they disappeared into a black mist. Hey Readers!! Follow me on Facebook Jessica White Author Page IG @author_j_white TikTok@authorjwhite

Max yelled, his voice so loud to shake the house. Damian went back into his mansion, knowing that Mr. Max would be angry once he finds out that he was the one who had hijacked his business, prevented partners from cooperating with him. But he had to do all he has to do to get his love interest. Besides, the world was full of good and bad, and he believes only the smartest survived. Damian went to his room to have a peaceful nap, awaiting his brother's return the following day.

People shouldn’t be able to hold this kind of power, abusers shouldn’t have an effect on their victims and their families’ months down the line and yet I knew that unless I faced my fears, I would end up jumping at my own shadow for the rest of my life. Taking a deep breath I closed the gap between us, stopping directly in front of Damian, so close we were almost touching. His surprised eyes met mine and a slow smile spread across his face. “I want to.” I uttered my words quiet in the empty hallway. “I just don’t know how to. I’ve never lived a life like this Damian, I have no idea what I’m doing here, I’m out of my depth.” I stated honestly, I had given him enough half truths over the past

Damien’s mouth twitched obviously proud of himself because of the compliment, but Jace’s jaw looked ready to shatter. Jace took one step forward. “You committed a crime, Voss,” he said, voice low and shaking with rage. “You broke into my house. You took my fiancée out of my bedroom. What makes you think the police aren’t already on their way?” Damien exhaled through his nose, calm as ever. “Your fiancée? Last I checked, that engagement was fake. You two were never actually together.” Jace’s face went red. “We could’ve been if you didn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong!”