Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

“Not everyone’s happy about what’s going on there. That groom? He was supposed to marry my niece.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “Yeah,” the man grunted. “Life’s funny like that.” Damian’s eyes darkened. He looked at the rows of wine bottles like they might hold the answers he was searching for. “You need a drink,” the bartender said again. “I need something strong,” Damian muttered. Glass after glass, he drowned the pain — each sip burning away another memory. Lila’s laughter. Her touch. Her voice whispering his name. After the fifth drink, he slammed the glass down. “I’m fine,” he said, though his vision was already spinning.

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.”

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."

the teacher said, oblivious, "we have a new student joining us. Go ahead and introduce yourself." The boy's eyes finally released hers and swept back to the room at large, his expression settling into something colder and more practiced. "My name is Damien Black." Two words. That was all he offered, and it was apparently more than enough — a ripple of whispers broke out across the classroom, a dozen girls straightening in their seats at once. The teacher gestured toward the one empty desk left in the room. It was, of course, beside Emily. She kept her eyes glued to her notebook as he crossed the room, feeling the weight of his attention the entire way like a hand pressed flat against her bac

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

His father had retired early, smug as always, confident his plan was unfolding perfectly. But Damian wasn’t confident. He couldn’t stop thinking about Evelyn—her defiance, her trembling, her quiet strength. She wasn’t like the women who usually circled him, all polish and pretense. She was raw. Real. Too real. And that made her dangerous. He took a long drink, eyes narrowing. He couldn’t afford distractions. Not now. Not ever. Yet the truth pressed against his chest like a weight he couldn’t ignore. For the first time in years, Damian Blackwood wasn’t sure if he was in control.

TRACEY'S P.O.V I flopped onto my bed, staring at the book still clutched in my hands. Damien Black was an enigma. One second, he was ice-cold and impossible to talk to and the next, he was throwing out sly remarks, daring me to keep up. Was he bipolar or just enjoying playing with my head? I groaned, tossing the book onto the bed beside me. Maybe I was overthinking it, and this was just him.

When would I ever find such love. Anyway, I decided that it was the reverse of what Wesley Black had done with her husband. If anyone could pull her out, it was him-or the illusion of him. It was why I decided to craft a message to her from Damian, to make it one that would seem real enough to get past her skepticism. To do this well enough, I needed a phone number she would not recognize yet would be close enough for her to actually believe that it belonged to him.

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

“Seraphina, come here. I think we have something.” Seraphina rushed in, her eyes wide with concern. Damien played the recording. Christy’s voice filled the room, dripping with malice and contempt. They heard her boast about manipulating Damien and faking the pregnancy. Vanessa’s voice, though weak, was clear enough to understand the damning conversation. “She actually admitted it,” Seraphina whispered, her hand covering her mouth. The relief and anger in her eyes mirrored Damien’s feelings. Damien sat back, trying to process the gravity of what they had just heard. “She... she faked the pregnancy? She tried to blackmail me for it.” His voice was a mix of disbelief and rage.