Hooky Damien Novels & Stories

"May I know your name, beautiful lady?" "I'm Cherie, Cherie Swift. You?" As she stretches her arms on him to give him a handshake. So, he smiled and accept her hand. "Damien, Damien Anderson .. I'm glad to meet The Beacon's most sought beauty! I can say you captured my heart right away!" And after Damien said those words he didn't flinch anymore and he immediately gave Cherie a passionate kiss. There is no denying that Damien is good at kissing so it is not obvious that he has no sexual experience yet. Because even though since he was a young man, he has been inclined to watch obscene movies because he knows it is normal for a young man like him.

After his dead Lunas, he must have been with several other shewolves to pass the time. And maybe she was reading too much meaning into what was happening, yet he wasn't proving her wrong. "You should get dressed," Damien said, climbing down from the bed. He did a little stretch before walking to the closet. He pulled out a white button-down shirt, slipped it on, and rolled his sleeves. A few top buttons were undone, allowing Emberlynn to catch glimpses of his dark mat hair. The matted hair she had played with the night before. "What's the occasion?" she asked, swallowing slowly as her gaze trailed down to the dark jeans he wore. It fitted his muscular build perfectly, and she conjured a vivi

Damien said, pulling her close. The remaining days passed too quickly once she accepted he was going. The reality settled over her like a heavy weight. She watched him more closely than usual, noticing small habits, the way he moved, the way he spoke to Isabella, almost memorizing him in case memories were all she had left. Two team members left on Wednesday. Two more departed on Friday. Suddenly it was Saturday night, and Damien was packing for his early Sunday flight to Frankfurt. He would spend a day establishing his cover as a business consultant before traveling on to Moscow.

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

And that’s when it hit me. Damien Lockewood — with all his jet-black perfection and piercing blue eyes — was a certified, grade-A asshole. Oh, shoot me now.

The whispers of weakness among his pack would silence the moment they saw him standing beside Henry. No more waiting. No more messages. Elias would not let the world steal him again. Damien, in his office, leaned back in his expensive chair as his assistant read him the date. His lips curved into a smile. “Perfect,” he said, dismissing the assistant with a flick of his hand. Two weeks.

Hideyoshi already accepted your apology and thankfully it didn't ruin business for us so don't think just because of a little mistake am just going to fire you" Damien says smiling . Thanks for the vote of confidence but I'd like you to know that am spontaneous and unpredictable I make lots of mistake and am real clumsy am not sure am qualified for this job" I say replaying the scene that happened few minutes ago . It's ok , really" He says smiling, damn.

Damien waited by the garden wall, arms crossed, his motorcycle helmet dangling from one hand. “Did you know someone used to watch me sleep?” she asked without preamble. He raised a brow. “I was hoping we’d start with hello.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” She hesitated—then handed him her phone, thumb resting on the screen. “Recognize the username?” His gaze flicked to it. Seraphim28. He frowned. “That’s… old.” “You’ve seen it before?” “Yeah. Once. On a burner post in a dark forum. One that linked to a hidden blog. Obsessed with domination theory, surveillance culture, behavioral rewiring.”

I walked to the kitchen and opened the back door then I whistled and two figures emerged from the patio. The first was a guy named Damien. He was tall and dark skinned with a short beard and arms that looked like he lifted things for a living. His eyes were soft but his jaw was sharp. He wore a plain black t shirt and jeans that fit him perfectly. He had been looking for Bonnie for three weeks if not more but that was what he told me. He had asked me twice where she was. He had texted her seven times with no response. Then concluded she blocked people from texting her when not saved. He was not Lucian. He was not Marcellus. He was someone else entirely. Someone from before.