Hooky Damien Novels & Stories

* But the universe had other plans. During the morning strategy meeting, a new face sat across the table. **Damien Black** — the sharp, ridiculously handsome VP from their London branch who’d just transferred over. Tall, lean-muscled, with tousled dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a charming smile that screamed “trouble.” He was younger than Rhys, maybe thirty-two, and carried himself with effortless confidence. His eyes kept drifting to Lila throughout the meeting. When it ended, he approached her desk with a smooth grin.

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

Damien sighed before going to the restroom to clean up after he was done,he dressed up and sat on the room cushion opening his laptop to put it on. Damien called Aaron to know how he was doing the task. "Boss" Aaron picked up the call.. "Are you done?" Damien asked "Yes boss everything is intact I wanted to see the installers out before calling you" Aaron explain why he didn't call immediately.. "Good, get me breakfast'” Damien hung up the call He open his email to sign some document through electrical signature and also reading through some. he really has work pilled up and to be sincere Aaron really did a lot for him. Damien was still reading his documents, when his phone began to ring.

I say, voice shaking. “Yes,” he answers. I pull him into a tight hug anyway. He hugs back just as hard. “I thought you were gone,” I whisper. “I thought I was being brave,” he says near my ear. “Next time be brave with a note.” “Deal.” I pull back and look at him properly. “We are going to have a very loud conversation later.” “I assumed.” Damien steps closer, gaze scanning Liam once, thorough and precise. “No control hooks,” Damien says. “No binding marks. Good.”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

someone calls before I can respond to Kyla. I turn my head and find guy standing before us. He's tall, skinny, and has a messy curly dark brown hair, his bangs almost covering his eyes. He looks nervous, scratching the back of his head as he smiles at me. "I saw you earlier and couldn't help but talk to you. We went to the same calculus class this morning," he says. "I'm Damien." He stretches his hand to shake hands with me, and I accept it. "Hi, Damien." I smile, being polite, but wonder how he knows my name. "Have we met before?"

I said, my voice calm but firm, “you know that’s not the update I’m waiting for.” Aaron hesitated, just for a second, before clearing his throat. “Damien Synclair,” he said, his tone shifting to match mine, “was discharged from the hospital earlier today. He’s back in New York with his team.” That brought a smile to my face—small but genuine. It wasn’t the smile of someone pleased by good news. It was the smile of someone who already knew the news before it was spoken.

Hunter opened the envelope and retrieved a letter which took him at least a minute to read, unless he read it twice and he looked up to the man in front of him who nodded in response. I don't know if that was a sign for something, but the man began leading Hunter away and he followed diligently to one of the cars. I wanted to come along but one of the men stood directly in my front to halt my movement and began introducing himself. "Miss Jules, it's finally a pleasure to meet you. I'm Damien." He said with a pure smile. He looked well into his fourties and had touches of white hair all over his beards, which is odd for his age.

Damien emerged from the car, standing tall at six-foot-four, the lights flaring from the dome, glinting off his styled, long blonde hair, giving him some kind ofl halo. His custom designed suit was black and hugged his muscular frame sharply, the material stretching across his broad shoulders. A simple Paul Newman Daytona Rolex peeked out from under the cuffs of his sleeves as he straightened his tie. The crowd gave an audible gasp in unison at the sight of him, then started screaming in a frenzy at the next instant. The cameras flashed wildly as the reporters yelled "Over here, Mr Romero! Over here!" The crowd was wild and shocked at Damien's appearance. It's been five years since the Greek

And Damien Thorne was already moving his pieces. The next morning, Damien’s private jet touched down in London. He stepped off with his usual calm swagger, a cigarette hanging from his lips, and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number lit the screen: “He’s ready to bite. The superstar is yours.” Damien smirked. “Good. Let the boy think he’s playing me. He’ll never see the strings.” As Damien slid into his car, he looked out the window at the city skyline. He exhaled a thin stream of smoke and whispered to himself: