Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

“Shall I book the three of you a counseling session? Maybe they’ll give you a discount for bringing your mistress and her doctor boyfriend together.” “Vanessa!” I snapped, my voice echoing like thunder. She flinched but recovered quickly, eyes glittering with spite. “What? Did I hit a nerve? You want her, Damian. Everyone sees it. Everyone but you. That’s the joke, you’re the only one still pretending you don’t care.” Amara let out a shaky laugh, bitter and broken. “And yet, he’ll never say it. Because that would make him human. Vulnerable. And Damian Blackwell doesn’t bleed.”

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

“Fifteen. Her name’s Nova Camille Lawson. Black curls like her mama’s. Eyes too wide, always full of questions. Reads too much. Loves poetry, even when she pretends not to. Smart—scary smart. If you ever meet her… don’t hurt her. Protect her. Please.” Damian didn’t answer. Couldn’t. But something in him shifted that night. A vow, quiet and burning. The next day, the man was gone, no body, no explanation, Just gone. And Damian never stopped wondering if that night, their last, had made him an accomplice or a witness.

~GEORGIA, ATLANTA 2013~ ~AUTHORS’ PERSPECTIVE~ Damian felt bad for lying, he was perturbed about where he would get a fake fiance because, truth be told, he was not engaged, and if he was ever to get engaged, it should be Cassie, no one else.

"It's just that I feel like I don't know anything about you. I'm your friend, right? I don't even know what you did abroad. What your job is. You never talk to me about yourself." "Are you interested in me?" Damian asked. I knew he was just teasing me. And my sharp gaze made him understand. He chuckled and apologized. "Where to start? Um... Let's start our introduction from the beginning. My name is Damian Blackwood, I'm 29 years old. My job includes lyricist, composer, music producer. People know me more as Whitehollow than as Damian. You can type that name into a search engine and you'll find out more. Then... I came home for a vacation, but my grandfather gave me a task of making a demo s

Nikolai leaned forward, unafraid, eyes sharp as glass. “Or what?” he challenged. “You’ll chase me? In your wheelchair?” The nurses sucked in air like they’d never breathe again. Damian’s eyes narrowed until they were nearly black. Then he did something Nikolai didn’t expect. Damian leaned closer… and said, slowly, like he wanted every syllable to land with weight. “You asked who Damian Blackwell is.” Nikolai blinked. Damian’s mouth curled, cruel, controlled. “I am Damian Blackwell.”

Fake smiles and old money. He’s sitting at the bar when I walk in, glass in hand, smirk ready. “Brother,” he drawls, lifting his drink. “You look terrible. Trouble in paradise?” I grab him by the collar before anyone can blink. “You really want to do this here?” He laughs, low and mean. “Relax, Damian. I’m just giving you options.” “You think blackmail is an option?” He shrugs. “Call it business. You always were the golden boy—Mr. Perfect. Everyone forgets who taught you how to play dirty.”

“That sudden flood of calls, texts, it’s love-bombing, Cin, classic trick to mess with your head. Trust me, he gon’ reel you back in, act like he changed, and the second you cave in, he gon’ flip the switch faster than you can say ‘a!sshole.’” I nodded slowly, staring at the tea, steam still rising lazily. “So… keep the game going with Damian?” She stopped pacing, turning to me with this thoughtful squint, like she was weighing her words. “If I’m givin’ you my raw, no-filter advice? Yeah. But don’t just keep it going, flip the script. Make it real. Snag him for yourself.” My mouth fell open, mug nearly slipping from my hands. “You serious? Date Damian? He’s a cocky bast!ard, Vic. And he’s ju

“Shit!,” “I slept with Damien Black!,”