Hooky Damien Novels & Stories

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.

The heavy door at the back of the room opened with a soft, rubbery *swoosh* of weather-stripping. Damien Blackwood walked in alone. He didn't carry a briefcase, nor did he bring a team of standard defense associates. He wore a dark, form-fitting knit sweater that emphasized the broad line of his shoulders—the same shoulders Elias had dug his fingernails into while the generator hummed beneath them. Between his thumb and forefinger, Damien held a single black data stick, its silver casing catching the sharp glare of the window blinds as he moved toward the right side of the aisle.

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

"Who allowed a fuckface like you in here?” The patrons at a few closed tables stopped playing and turned to us. “Mr-” “Don't bother, get the fuck out, don't come back here again” “You can't do that!” mustache man sputtered Damien leaned into his face and wave two fingers “Who the fuck am I?” I see a sting of doubt spread across his features and I want to commend him for not backing away from the large dangerous man who was obviously not his fan glaring down at him “You're Damien Cross”

“I thought my personal life wasn’t any of your concern.” A brief silence followed. Then Damien replied calmly, “At the moment, I’m less interested in your personal life than I am in whether you’re safe.” His answer caught me completely off guard. It wasn’t the cold calculation I had come to expect from him. I found myself telling him everything including the fake nurse, the attempted injection, the arrest, my father’s whispered warning. Damien listened without interrupting, his silence attentive rather than dismissive. When I finished, he said only one sentence. “Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

I've never written songs in my entire life. "You're really different. Different from the Paige I think I knew. I should have have the honor of introducting myself again..." "You're crazy!"I spat, perplexed. "I know."He laughed, extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, I'm Damien Smith, a songwriter."He winked. "So..."I ignored his hand. "If may ask without sounding rude, who are you?" "Are you...high on something?" "I don't drink. I don't take drugs. Ma'am I'm just seventeen."

he whispered, his tone smooth, comforting. And just like that, she drifted into sleep. But Liam? He had work to do. Silently, he slipped out of bed, reached for his phone, and moved into the hallway. The weight of Mrs. Osmond’s confession was heavy in his mind as he dialed Damien’s number. The line rang once. Twice. Then— “It’s done,” Liam murmured when Damien picked up. “Got what you need.” “Good,” Damien replied, his voice calm but laced with anticipation. “What did she spill?”

Let them soak the sock, the sleeve of his hoodie, the concrete beneath him. The phone lit up on the floor beside him. Unknown number. Video call request. Caller ID blocked. Marc stared at it. Thumb hovered. He swiped accept before he could think. Damien’s face filled the screen—shadows under his eyes deeper than Marc remembered, jaw unshaven, hair damp like he’d been out in the rain too. Behind him: the familiar Ostin City training office, desk lamp the only light. “Found you,” Damien said, voice rough, cracked at the edges. “Now what?”

Big Mike offered. Silent Steve flipped him off. After making sure Robbie had left, Damien waited till his Systema friends showed up. He apprised them of his plans and the why behind it. They agreed as they were psyched to help him again. They followed the sleazy guy to the parking lot. Damien grabbed his shoulder before he could get inside his car and forcefully turned him around. "You're the young man from the club. What do you want now?" the sleazeball looked at him with confusion.