Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

The door slowly opened, and Damien walked in, holding a brown envelope in his hand. “Greetings to Your Highnesses. I have the reports here with me.” “Damien, good day to you too,” I greeted back, collecting the brown file from him. “Thank you very much, Damien. I hope this wasn't too much trouble for you to get?” “Not at all, Your Highness. I just reached out to a couple of people staying around the pack house where she currently resides and did a little more research of my own, and that was it. Is there anything else you need, Your Highness?”