Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

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.

“Why the hell are you suddenly interested in Kira? You hate her.” Damien’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, his jaw tightened. “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he shot back. “Besides, I could ask you the same damn thing, Darius. I caught your scent on her too.” Darius’s fists clenched. “What’s your point?” “My point,” Damien snapped, stepping forward now, “is that you don’t get to act high and mighty when you’re just as guilty.” Tension crackled between the three of us.

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 whispered. Damien scanned the area, his gun drawn. “Not gone. Covered up.” He walked forward, kicking through the rubble until something glinted beneath a half-melted beam. He crouched, brushing away ash, revealing a metal tag. My heart skipped. “Liam’s company,” I breathed. “It’s his property.” Damien nodded grimly. “He torched his own facility. He’s erasing evidence.” “Evidence of what?” He looked up at me, eyes dark. “Whatever this project was, whatever he was involved in—it wasn’t just business. It was personal.”

"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?”

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 "

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.

“I have my own reasons for wanting to get back at your husband Flora.” “You know Henry?” Damien laughed darkly. “Know is a bit of an understatement. He’s well known in this industry for his shoddy practice and use of substandard materials. If helping you would bring him to ruin, I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”

“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.”