Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

Everyone gasped. ''Lay low on the girl, its not her fault'' Damian coughed lazily, eyes fixated on his food. ''How can you tell me to lay low when this-....worm intentionally destroyed a dress she could never afford!'' Me? A worm? ''You are creating a scene, I think you should leave...'' ”No, I’m not leav-…” ''....Now!....'' Damian barked almost loosing his patience. Almost. She hissed loudly and stomped off like some kind of teenage girl with that red haired girl following closely behind.

“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

Zach was faintly suspicious now. “Are you a superfan of Damien Black? How come you seem to have a whole library of his books in your bag?” Darien leaned in very close to him and whispered softly in his ear. “I am Damien Black.” He drew back and Zach took a moment to process that revelation. The bestselling gay erotica romance novelist under Harper Publishing was secretly the CEO. No wonder only half the books had happy endings. Darien probably didn’t like having fictional characters being in successful relationships when he couldn’t be in one himself.

I was shaking, moaning, completely overwhelmed by the sensations crashing over me. This was my fantasy. The one I'd tried so hard to bury, to ignore, to pretend didn't exist. And now it was real. They were real. Their hands, their mouths, their cocks—all of it was mine. "Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. "Please, I need..." "We know what you need," Damian said, pulling back just enough to look up at me with those devastating green eyes. "And we're going to give it to you. Over and over until you can't remember anything but our names."

“No, the one you choosed to leave with me” Althea was confused, she shakes her head “No, I never wished for this. Stop talking about a past that never existed. You just want me to believe you are not the villain when you are” Damian looked deep into her eyes and nodded “I will accept to be the villain for as long as it takes, but when you remember you will realize I have been saying the truth” “That time will never come, so just let me go now” Damian frowned but then smiled and kissed her hand “Whether it comes or not, you will be my wife till death”

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

“You think she’s fighting for your cause? She’s not. She’s disappeared into the code, Mr. Blackwell. She’s something else now.” “No,” Damien growled. “You don’t know her.” “Don’t I?” Rask’s voice turned cruel. “She faked her death. Cut off all contact. She didn’t come for you. She didn’t warn you. That’s not strategy, Mr. Blackwell. That’s abandonment.” Something cracked deep inside Damien. A silent fault line. He tried not to show it. But his silence was enough. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, Damien lay shackled in the dark, mind spinning. He had begged Elena not to go through with the Ghost Protocol.

he stuttered. "YOU WHAT!” Damian blurted out his eyes widened at Dr. Lucas. “Forged a fake pregnancy test for her," Dr. Lucas swallowed hard almost immediately, his eyes sunk in terror. “All she wanted was to become Miss Kingsley.” “Damn it!" Damian cursed, his jolted to and fro, his hand ruffling his head. His heart palpitating in his chest, rapidly. In the blink of an eye, Damian jolted to the doctor with his hands outstretched. He pushed him to the floor, “Bastard!" He kicked his stomach.

“The nurse at the desk was arguing with her about the birth certificate paperwork, something about the father’s name, and Vanessa kept insisting it needed to say Blackwood.” The room tilted around me. I looked up at Damian, watching the color drain slowly from his face as the words registered. “That’s impossible,” he said, quiet and controlled in the particular way that meant he was barely holding something together. “I’ve never touched that woman. Not once, not before you, not after.” “I believe you,” I said immediately, and meant it completely, the certainty surprising me with how instant and unshakable it felt after everything we’d survived together these past months.

“That’s enough.” Victor turned slowly. For the first time, Damian’s calm expression had cracked. Something darker showed beneath it. Jealousy. Raw and unmistakable. Victor noticed. His lips curved slightly. “Did that bother you, Blackwood?” Damian’s voice was quiet but firm. “You’re not helping.” Victor laughed softly. “Helping?” “I’m telling the truth.” “You’re trying to manipulate her.” Victor’s smile faded. “I’m reminding her who actually stood beside her.”