Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

“Yes, I know you remember that day. The black wolf that severed the head of your beloved, elder brother Richard while you hid like a coward.” Damian leaned closer, voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “I was that black wolf. I took the one you loved… and history is about to repeat itself.” Tears slipped from Tristan’s eyes—angry, broken tears—and my heart clenched painfully. I had never seen Tristan look so shattered, so stripped of everything he believed he was. And still, Damian smiled. “Please… don’t hurt her,” Tristan struggled to force out, his voice barely more than a broken rasp. Damian only laughed—a cruel, echoing sound—before shoving him down. Tristan hit the ground hard, collapsi

Though it happened in my past life, just the mention of it made me shake with anger. Damian's hands were trembling as he grabbed my shoulders. "That's because Heidi lied to me! I thought she was the one who saved me, so I agreed to fake my death, leave with her and disappear! "I swear I thought of settling down with you!" His chest heaved with every ragged breath as he continued, "I'll make it up to you, Carla. I won't go anywhere, and I'll stay right here by your side. If your dad gets sick as he did in our past lives, I'll help you nurse him."

“Damien—” “And when I walk back into Blackwood Industries,” Damien continued, voice hard , “she will wish she never met me.” Silence filled the room. Daniel stared at his brother, his heart dropping. For a moment he wasn’t sure if he was looking at Damien or the dangerous monster Damien was turning into. Daniel’s hands curled into fists. “Damien, stop. Don’t do this. You’re hurt. Angry. Don’t let revenge ruin the rest of your life too.” Damien gave a short, cruel laugh. “Ruin me? No, Daniel. She thinks she’s won. She thinks marrying Favino means she beat me. But this isn’t over. Not even close.”

It just showed how desperate Damian really was, relying on cheap tricks to try and get a reaction out of me because his legal team was failing him. ​"If you came here to shop for Chloe, Damian, you took a wrong turn," I said, keeping my tone completely indifferent. "The budget section is three blocks down the street. Though I suppose Blackwell Entertainment's cash flow is tight enough right now that you have to watch every single penny you spend." ​Damian's fake smile vanished completely. His jaw set tight, the muscles in his cheek twitching, and his eyes darkened with pure anger. ​"You think you're untouchable now, don't you?" he said, stepping right into my personal space so that only a fe

“He just released it.” Kira sat up, pulling the sheet around her naked body. Her heart hammered as Damien handed her the tablet. The document was professionally formatted, anonymously sourced, and devastatingly detailed. It was titled “The Blackwood Myth: From Queens Streets to Predator Penthouse.” It laid out Damien’s entire painful past — his mother’s slow death from untreated cancer due to lack of insurance, his brother’s violent murder in a botched robbery, his father’s abuse, and how Damien had “abandoned” his roots the moment he gained power. The narrative twisted every fact: portraying Damien as a man who had never healed, who destroyed everyone close to him, and who now preyed on you

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

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