Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

"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

“It’s fine. Come on.” As we walked up, Jessica spotted us first and smiled, but Samantha… didn’t. Her smile was tight, almost forced. Weird. Damien extended his hand, always polite, always composed. “Hi,” he said, voice smooth but firm. “I’m Damien.” Jessica shook his hand first, all friendly and warm. “Nice to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you.” Yeah, right. She hadn’t heard anything. “Hopefully the good stuff,” Damien said with a grin that made my knees weak.

I watched Damian’s face carefully, expecting to see a flicker of annoyance, perhaps a shadow of concern that my toxic ex-husband might bring unwanted public scandal to his multi-billion-dollar empire. Instead, a slow, terrifying smile crept onto Damian Blackwood’s face. It wasn't a smile of warmth or amusement. It was the dark, predatory curve of a apex hunter who had just been handed permission to destroy his prey. His icy eyes flared with a lethal, blinding light that made my breath catch entirely in my chest. He took one slow, deliberate step back into my personal space, towering over me, his shadow wrapping around me like a velvet blanket. “If he thinks he can stop this,” Damian murmured

Tonight was one of those nights. Damian didn’t bother waiting for his brother to finish. He shed his clothes with a casual arrogance and climbed onto the bed. I wanted to beg, to plead for mercy, but words had never stopped them before. Without warning, Damian grabbed my hair and forced himself into my mouth, his movements rough and unrelenting. The world blurred as pain and despair swallowed me whole. In that charged, suffocating moment, everything went dark. ************

I found out later that Damian could see the reader comments too. It happened the next morning. New York was blue with early light, and Damian was wrapped around me from behind, lazy and satisfied in a way that made him look nothing like the untouchable heir everyone feared. I reached for the water on the nightstand when a comment floated across my vision. [@BookTokAfterDark: A full night behind a fade-to-black? Author, count your days.] I nearly choked. Behind me, Damian laughed softly. "They still want more."

Damian gave me a cold stare, indicating he shouldn't ask futher questions. He stepped down from car, tucked his hands into his pocket while he gazed around. He quietly walked to the door of the apartment, He stared at the door, as if he was scanning the environment. He gently placed his hands on the bell and it rang inside the house. “Hold on I'm coming..” Sophia said, almost shouting from inside, She slowly opened the door, Shocked. She froze for a moment, “Go.. good day Mr. Blackwood,” She stuttered, staring at Damian like she had seen a ghost, he made his way into the house, while she stared at him in awe. “Nice place tho…” He said, while he sat on the couch in the living room. “Complimen

“Alexander Blackwood came to the gallery today. I swear my heart stopped when I saw him. He didn’t even say hello. He just looked at me and whispered, ‘You still wear blue when you want to be kissed.’ I should’ve slapped him. But I couldn’t. I let him touch me. I let him—God help me—I let him in again.” Alexander Blackwood. Damian’s father. I stood up so fast the teacup on my nightstand tipped and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. “No,” I whispered. I couldn’t breathe. I clutched the journal to my chest, pacing back and forth. The words blurred in my mind. I had to be wrong. This had to be… I don’t know, fiction. A fantasy she never acted on. But the dates—my God, the dates. They

His hand rested firmly at the small of my back, and every flash captured the same image: Damian Blackwood standing proudly with Evelyn Hart, his fiancée. The reporters screamed questions. “Damian, is it true? Did you know she was an ex-convict?” He smirked, as if the chaos amused him. Then he leaned closer to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “Smile. Let them choke on it.” And I did. I smiled, though my chest ached, though my hands shook. Because in that moment, Damian made me feel untouchable. Hours later, after the show was over and the lights died down, I returned to my room, exhausted. I slipped out of the dress, rubbed at the ache in my feet, and thought maybe—just maybe—I had su