Hooky Damien Novels & Stories

“Damien just coded again. We’re losing him!” The world stopped.

“You’ve got a gorgeous body, you know. Those legs…” “Shut up, asshole!” I yelled, tugging on my shirt. When I came back out, Riri was lying on the floor. I bent down to pick him up, glaring. Damien leaned against the doorframe, hair messy and pajama pants hanging too low on his hips. His abs were on full display, and I swear my soul almost left my body. He caught me staring. His smirk widened. “Were you just checking me out?” “I was not!” I snapped quickly, hugging Riri close.

Karen opened her mouth to respond, but the buzzer rang, indicating that someone was at the gate, both their head snapped toward the sound. The bell rang once more but before Kyle could react, Karen darted toward the monitor. On the screen stood a tall handsome man in a black hoodie and joggers, “Yes? Good morning” she said, pressing the intercom. “Good morning ma’am. I’m Damien, a friend of Kyle, I’m here to pick him up” he said politely. “Oh really” she grinned widely as her eyes fell on her flustered brother. “I’ll let him know you’re here” she said before opening the gate. Then leaned toward Kyle “His handsome. Be careful”.

The good thing in all of this was that Damien would get what he deserved. “Señora, why are you smiling?” “I was just thinking about the note I left for Damien.” **** He knew it. As soon as she resurfaced, they should have taken her out then. It was everything Hugo Mitchell could do not to throw his phone across the garage. He had just got off the phone with two young bloods he had met in Tampa months ago. They had recognized him as an OG and wanted him to bring them into whatever he had going on. He had told them that he didn’t do business in Tampa, but they didn’t care. Hugo spotted the vigor and ambition in both of them and took their phone numbers. Then he had told them that if he had an

Maybe the members could actually help me, with that i decided to d******d the platform and get into the group. Operation: Seduce Damian is ongoing.

“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.” “Fine,” he said, laughing despite himself. “But for the record, I’m not a fuck-boy. I’m carefree, sure, but I do have limits. And it’s hockey. Not football.” Lia smiled. “I tried.” “Right,” Damien chuckled. “And it’s Bruno Mars, by the way.” “You didn’t strike me as the type,” Lia said, smiling wider. "What can i say? I am full of surprises" Soon, Damien pulled off the road and parked. Lia blinked at the sight.

he muttered to himself under his breath, almost too quietly for anyone to hear. A worker approached with a clipboard, snapping him out of his thoughts. Damien signed it quickly, barely reading. “You alright, sir?” the man asked carefully. Damien gave a short nod. “Fine. Just... wrap things up for the day. I’ll review the site notes later.” He left not long after, the sun already dipping low in the sky. As he entered the office building, Mr Chris caught sight of him from down the hall. “Oh…Mr Hughston you’re back early,” Mr Chris said, approaching with a folder. “I was just coming to check on something. Did you want to ”

"The audacity! Which bastard is this? Have you tracked them?" "I tried when the first photo arrived," Damien said. "The user was unavailable." Elijah was stunned. Damien was one of the best hackers in the country before he took over the company. If he couldn't track them, this person was a professional. "That's not all," Damien added, dropping a final bombshell. "This person knows about the contract.”

He made it his mission to remind me every single day that this was his house first, his life, and I was just the quiet charity case his father had dragged in when he married my mother. But tonight the basement light was on. I crept down the stairs because I heard something strange. A low groan, deep and rough, followed by a wet sound that made my stomach tighten. The door to the game room was cracked open just enough for me to see inside without being noticed. My hand froze on the railing. Damien was on the old leather couch, legs spread wide, his hockey jersey pushed up to his chest. His sweatpants were around his ankles. And between his thighs, on his knees, was a guy I recognized from the

“It’s fine. Come on.” As we walked up, Jessica spotted us first and smiled, but Samantha… didn’t. Her smile was tight, almost forced. Weird. Damien extended his hand, always polite, always composed. “Hi,” he said, voice smooth but firm. “I’m Damien.” Jessica shook his hand first, all friendly and warm. “Nice to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you.” Yeah, right. She hadn’t heard anything. “Hopefully the good stuff,” Damien said with a grin that made my knees weak.