Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

"Cut it off man! I can just ask my dad for money." "Oh."That was enough to shut him up. "Something seem off."Liam murmured. "What about Paige? Huh lover boy." He laughed. "What did you tell Paige? She acted really weird yesterday." "Hm."Liam swallowed." How did she act? Did you kiss?" "Pervert!"Damien swore. "I'm serious. Jokes apart. What did you tell her?" "That you liked her. That's all. I only helped you..." "What?!"Damien exclaimed. He threw a pillow at him. "Crazy punk!"

With a dissatisfied click of my tongue, I set it back down and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. After pouring out everything that I was to with Alina at the house, Sinclair had come in with the news. Devastated, Sinclair had told me what little he knew. Damian had still been reachable about three days ago which was when they discussed the supplies he needed at his safehouse he had to move into since his safety got compromised the first time. The day Sinclair was to deliver the supplies to his safehouse, he had noticed that Damian hadn't added his supplements that helped his old knees. Sinclair hadn’t been sure if he was to get it so he called Damian but there had been no answer

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.

The thought came quietly. That's how the dangerous ones always did. Damien was still in his office at almost eleven at night. The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the floor to ceiling windows, beautiful in the way things looked when they didn't care whether you were falling apart or not. Without really thinking about it, he opened his laptop. His fingers moved before his mind caught up. Mara Cross. He pressed Enter. Nothing. No social media. No interviews. No recent photos. No trace of the woman who had shared his breakfast table every morning for six years.

"Pax Rancour's corporate proposal was formally declined by Cross Corporation this morning. Damien signed the rejection at nine." "Good." "Yes. Twenty minutes after the rejection was delivered, Pax called Damien directly. On his private number." A pause. "I wasn't in the room for the call." She left. At twelve forty-five I passed Damien's study. Door slightly ajar. His voice through the gap — low, controlled, precise. The voice he used when giving someone exactly what they needed to hear and absolutely nothing more. Three words. Then the click of a call ending. I stopped in the corridor and understood that while I had been surviving in this house for weeks, Damien Cross had been building some

“I’m going to see if Zach and Harley are okay. Do you think you can stay here with Xaden?” Damien nodded. “Yeah,” he said as he reached into the bag that was resting on the ground by his feet. He pulled out a textbook and placed it on his lap. “I need to do some studying anyway. Some of us have midterms to prepare for.” I smiled at him. “I’ve been a little preoccupied,” I teased. I started towards the doorway, but then I paused. “Hey, Damien?” He glanced up at me from his book. “Hmm?”

" Damien walked to his office with Elijah following him. Elijah was shocked to see his boss staring at his phone. Usually, Damien only cared about his laptop, he used it more than his phone. Once he was alone, Damien searched for "Mapchat" online. He found out it was a popular chatting app. He quickly downloaded it and set his username as Damien Blackwood. He texted Ethan back: YES, I HAVE MAPCHAT. Damien felt proud of himself. He didn't feel like the "old man" Ethan thought he was. Ethan replied: Oh, okay! Can I add you, sir? Damien said yes. When Ethan saw that Damien’s username was just his full legal name, he laughed out loud. It was so formal and typical of him.

His gentle hands cleaned me, fed me, tucked me into bed. Lucian’s quiet praise, “Such a good patient, taking everything I give you,” made my chest ache in ways that had nothing to do with sex. Even Knox, brutal and silent, brushed my hair back from my face after whipping me until I cried, murmuring, “You’re stronger than you know, pet.” I started justifying it. One more day. One more piece of evidence. Just a little longer. On the seventh night, I hit the jackpot. Damien’s private safe in his bedroom. The combination was his mother’s birthday, I’d overheard it weeks ago during a phone call. I waited until he was in a late meeting, slipped inside, and opened it.