Hooky Damien Novels & Stories

So instead, I focused and let out a “No,” He chuckled, his little bun shaking as he did. After laughing for a bit, he walked closer to me, outstretching his hand towards me. I looked at it, confused, then it occurred to me that he wanted a handshake. “I'm Damien,” From the corner of my eye, I could see that Jason was protesting heavily, shaking his head frantically, telling me not to accept it. I felt like he was overreacting. I mean, it was just a small, harmless handshake right?

My tires squeal and I slow down, holding the phone tight against my ear. “You fucking bastard! Where's my wife? If you lay a finger on her, I swear to God, I’ll rip you apart limb by limb. Don’t you dare touch my wife!” Damien chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves. “Oh, Liam, you’re a little late with that warning. I mean, your sweet wife has been very... accommodating.” His voice turns sickeningly smooth. “Did you know she smells like honey and vanilla? Damn, I could get used to that.”

"Who are you?" Damien's gaze shifted to the little human before him. He flashed him his signature million-dollar smile, stooping about ninety degrees low as he slightly ruffled Hector's blonde curls. "My name is Damien. What about you?" "I'm Hector. Are you my Aunt Camie's boyfriend?" "Yes, I am." "Why?" Damien blinked, chuckling awkwardly. He definitely didn't see that coming. "Uh. . . because I like your Aunt Camie very, very much."

Don't judge, don't judge, you've got no right to judge " Something bothering you?" " Jesus Christ! What the hell?!" " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here alone and I thought I'd come say hi " He stretched out a hand to her " My name is Damien " " I don't really care. I don't know why you keep appearing out of God damn nowhere "

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he pulled me closer into his chest. His eyes flickered to Henry, and the grin widened just a bit before he dropped the grenade on them, voice calm, like he was talking about the weather. “I’m Damian,” he said. “Cindy’s boyfriend.” What! Damian?! He let the silence stretch, letting it sink in. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all.”

That same calm confidence, God, it was unnerving. Ryan stepped forward again, closing the space between us. “I asked you a question,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He moved slightly in front of me, a clear Alpha gesture. “Who are you?” People had started whispering. I could feel eyes on us from every direction. Great. Just fucking great. The last thing I needed was a scene. But Damien didn’t even flinch. His gaze finally shifted to Ryan, slow and steady. “My name is Damien,” he said casually. “I’m a friend of Mikaela’s… from Silvermoon.”

“Your call, babe. I can tell him to fuck off in the most professional way possible.” I hesitated. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Part of me wanted to hide under the blanket. The other part, the stupid, lovesick part needed to see his face. I nodded slowly. “Let him up. But only for a minute.” We waited in silence. When the knock came, it was soft. Almost hesitant. I opened the door. Damien stood there looking like hell, his hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. There were dark circles under his eyes, he looked exhausted.