Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

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.”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

We looked like a couple who'd just had the night of their lives. Other people looked at their wedding photos and instantly felt like they were floating, mind made my stomach drop through the floor. “This isn’t real,” I rasped, with a half gasp and something that sounded too close to a cry. “It can’t be.” Damian leaned casually against the counter, watching my world collapse with the same interest most people saved for sipping coffee. “You were the one who asked. I just agreed. We fucked, then we flew, and now…” His mouth curved. “…you’re Mrs. Blackwood.”

“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

"Not the sanitized version. The real story." Amelia glanced at Damian, drawing strength from his steady presence beside her, before beginning to speak. She told Rebecca about Ferris, about her mother's illness, about the desperate calculations that had led her to sign a contract with a stranger. She watched Rebecca's expression shift, sympathy replacing whatever skepticism she might have carried into the interview. "And you, Mr. Blackwood?" Rebecca asked. "What made you offer that kind of arrangement in the first place?" Damian's answer was careful, honest without revealing his father's full manipulation. "I needed a wife who understood the arrangement was practical, not romantic. I didn't e

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."

"I don't care what he said." "Well, I do!" My voice echoed through the room, sharper than I meant it. "If this bond isn't real, I need to know." Something changed in his expression — subtle, but I saw it. Fear. Damien Black, the terrifying Alpha who could tear someone apart without breaking a sweat, was afraid. "Emily..." "If someone created this, then everything between us—" "Don't." His voice came out sharper than expected, and I stopped. Damien walked toward me. This time, I didn't move.

Join them on their journey of love, sizzling romance and a little danger and secrets. All rights reserved. Characters: Damian Black (The Alpha) Vanessa Whitewood (mate, female protagonist) Liam Black(brother of Damian Black) other characters will be introduced as the story proceeds. Enjoy.. Regards Springfox28