Hooky Damien Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I know I’m just a nominal Luna and I have no right to expect you to stay loyal to me. It’s part of our contract, no? I’ll accept it as long as you keep your part of the bargain. You need to help me seize back my pack and my company.” Damien stepped closer and pinched my chin so I wouldn’t escape his gaze, even though I had always looked into his eyes ever since we started our conversation. He growled with his eyes kept changing between his eyes and his wolf’s. “Tell me the truth,” he snarled. “Did you really feel nothing about what you saw before? That you were okay with me kissing another woman? Or even fucking them? Tell me straight to my face that you feel nothing.” Was he angry? But why

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

he grumbled, very cakey. “Dami… DAMIAN!” “Patience, Honey!” Unknowingly… he answered like that. “Damn it!” ***

Damien moved toward one of the cars, already pulling off his jacket. In a few practiced motions, he changed out of his formal work attire into something simpler - dark jeans, a fitted shirt, and a jacket that blended easily into any crowd. He adjusted his sleeves, his movements calm, deliberate. When he was done, he glanced at Robin Hood. “You’re not changing?” he asked. Robin Hood leaned casually against one of the cars, arms crossed. “No,” he said. “I’m good.” Damien raised a brow slightly. Robin Hood smirked faintly.

I gesture to my cart. God this is awkward. “How have you been?” I ask instead. I don’t know what I want to hear. He pauses for a second before he responds. “Good” One word answers and Damien is something I’d never thought could happen, but here we were. His dark hair stops right below his name and come curls fan his eyes, he’s in a hoodie and shorts. “You live around here?” I ask. He shakes his head. “Heading over to Parkers, he said I should help grab some stuff”

Tonight, she wanted something new. The doorbell chimed at exactly 10:00 p.m. She opened it herself. Damien stood in the hallway , 24 years old, tall, handsome, with tousled dark hair, sharp jaw, and the kind of body that came from disciplined gym work and good genetics. He wore a tailored black shirt and slacks, exuding quiet confidence. “Mrs. Hargrove?” His voice was smooth, professional. “Evelyn,” she corrected, stepping aside. “Come in, darling.”

Damien slowly stood up and walked to Alex on the alter, he smiled at him and stretched his hand for a handshake. “Hello, my name is Damien Robbin, the man from Salado.” He said with a smile and Alex could hear his own heartbeat.

Damien pulled up his phone, called the local U-haul, and put me on the line. "Hello, Sir, this is Daniel. How may I be of service?" "Howdy Daniel, can you patch me through to Dutch, please?" "Of course, Sir," He said as we continued down the road, Damien answering the Pair's questions as the music played, easing their nerves a bit and helping Jameson remain calm. "Howdy, Jackie Boy, how can the Dutch be of service today?"

What If they are really not his, but still there won't be a harm in trying. "Prepare for it" Damien said and hung up the call. He stood at the spot for a while as he placed his hands in his pocket but he didn't see cigarettes he was looking for. He remembered that he stopped smoking after he became a nominal father. Aiden looked at the call that was hung up, "I haven't told him the person that tried to hack the laptop" He muttered and made his way back to the room. Damien went back to the ward and looked at Scarlett that lay on her stomach.

Damien turned to me with a huge goofy smile "Fuck Luna, that was so hot!" He was met with a hard slap upside the head and jumped at the sight of Ryker. "Where the hell did you come from?" Damien asked rubbing his head. I smiled at my god like creature, giving him a wink of appreciation. *** Don’t forget to drop a Gem if you’re enjoying story. ***