Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

“Did you school at Bright Doves Academy? My friend Winx just said she saw it in your Wikipedia. I’m stunned that you’re in Wikipedia but that was my middle school.” Damien immediately got hot, he took his window down, looking for the words to say. “I moved schools a lot and that’s middle school so maybe yes, I could have.” Arya nodded understandably then typed a reply. “He said he might have. He moved a lot.” Damien watched her expressions from the side mirror. So she had been speaking with her best friend again? Why was the girl searching about him? His pasts would soon be exposed.

62 | N ON S E N S E R I D D L E & D A M I E N W I T H H I S O W N S T U P I D I T Y *** Damien sat on the ground, his back against the pair of steel doors that were still not open. Cigarette smoke wafted into the air from the end of his respiratory tract. How did he get cigarettes in the wilderness like that? Easy. Damien always carries his cigarette stock with him wherever he goes. When he swam from the boat, he wrapped his cigarette case in a waterproof bag and carried it with him everywhere.

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.

His mouth at her ear) **A screenshot of a text thread** Sophie zoomed in. The messages burned: **DAMIEN (2:14 AM):** I shouldn't be here **SYLVIA (2:15 AM):** But you want to be **DAMIEN (2:16 AM):** That's the problem The date stamp was six weeks ago. The night Damien had come home smelling like jasmine and guilt. my vision tunneled. I reached blindly for the bourbon I kept behind my skincare fridge - the good stuff, Pappy Van Winkle 23, because even I secret drinking was couture - and drank straight from the bottle.

"I am honored to have you grace my peaceful home. Please make yourself at home." Alpha Felix welcomed Damien the minute he saw his car outside his mansion. He walked him inside his living room. "Thanks alot." Damien responded after making himself comfortable on the seat. "Please,may I know why you decided to visit me out of the blue?" Alpha Felix asked after offering a glass of vodka to Damein. "I believe you already heard about the mist moon pack." Alpha Damein said before sipping from his glass. "Yes, what about them?"

Handsome. “You too” I shook his hand with a smile. “I’m Damien, call me D, a drink?” He asked hitting a red button at the side of the table. I cleared my throat nervously my voice tiny when I said “Yes, thank you” “Do I get a drink?” A voice called from behind me. “Get your own damned drink, I’ve lost over five grand because of you, motherfucker” Damien spat. I feel him lean into my back, his scent covering me, his fingers move through my ponytail, soothingly “Maybe you should stop betting, ever considered that?”

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

Minimal. Emotionally unavailable. Very Damien. Amara reached the kitchen before freezing. Someone was already there. Damien stood near the counter wearing black sweatpants and a dark long-sleeved shirt, one hand braced against the marble while the other held a glass of whiskey. He looked up immediately. Their eyes met across the dim kitchen. Something about seeing him dressed casually felt strangely intimate. More dangerous somehow. “You walk quietly,” he said. “So do you.” “I own the penthouse.”

The day was too good for someone like Peter to spend with a friend during his working hours than with a hot sexy chick! "A matter you should be worrying about." Peter's reply came. "What do you mean?" Damien observed his not-so-friendly friend relaxing back in the chair. A smirk spread on his lips while the scent of s*x and pleasure that has come along with Peter started fading away. Damien had smelled it long back when Peter walked in his cabin. He was only trying to be a little ribald with him and talk about his heavy morning he may have spent to get that smell of arousal and pleasure all around him.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.