Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

Liam said, feeling himself. While Damien just scoff, picking up the spoon,he threw it across the room, using thier hands to dish out the food instead. Damien suddenly stop. “There’s paprika in this food?”. He asked crystal. “Yeah why? It’s part of the ingredients”. “Oh no”. Liam gasped. “Liam is allergic to them”. Damien whispered.

* 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.

“No.” His eyes lifted toward mine slowly. “I made things clear.” For a second neither of us moved. Then Dante's phone rang sharply from across the room. He answered quickly, his expression changing almost immediately. Every instinct in my body sharpened. “What?” I asked. Dante looked up slowly, tension pulling hard across his face now. “There's been another hit.” My jaw tightened instantly. “Where” His eyes shifted briefly towards Imran before landing back on me. “One of the storage locations connected to the files.”

Damien asks and I nod, smiling at him. “Great. Our reserved table is waiting for us.” *** Damien booked a table for us in a luxurious French restaurant in a very high-end environment. Damien is doing well for himself actually. He works in an oil company owned by his uncle and he’s a petroleum engineer. One thing I admire in Damien is that he’s very hardworking and when he commits his time to doing something productive, he doesn’t stop unless he gets a result. As we eat, we talk about common things, like ‘how was work, how was our day, and how we have been.’ All that little conversation.

In this minty moment, his senses have been seduced, and he could no longer think straight. "Dam," Peter whispered, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. Damian smiled, his heart fluttering at Peter’s hoarse voice as he clasped his hands on either side of his face. Never before his name ever felt so wonderful, he thought, as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Molly has been riding my ass for working too much." Damien scoffed and drew hard on his cigarette. He only smoked one brand of ciggies: Sobranie Black Russians. They were manufactured and exclusively packed in Old Bond Street in London. Damien's taste in everything was very specific and distinctive. Everyone knew that. Damien only wanted the highest quality in everything. He never settled for economy when he could always get first class. "Your old lady's got you chained by the balls, man. That's what you get for not chasing other poontang when you had the chance in college. Even Sally was hot for your ass."

Damien blabbed. "As much as it's hard to remember that you're still a child, I don't mean it the way you think. What I mean is that you can act like you really adore her and look up to her like you act around Helia. I know how you can get the key from her this way." Damien frowned. "Great!" Damien said sarcastically. "Once again, I'm the one who has to do the work." ******************** Danica groaned as Damien barged into her room. Danica looked from her phone to the 4ft10 (1.47 m) boy standing at her door with a plate of brown soup in his hands.

from Damien? A scowl twisted my lips as I thought of the man that had stolen Vivian's heart. Damien was dangerous, no doubt about that. But Vivian didn’t know that. She didn’t know the world she was involved in, didn’t know the kind of person she was surrounded by. **Damien Sullivan was a part of the Cosa Nostra**, and that meant he was a part of something far darker than she could imagine.

“They want me to bring Liam to the warehouse tomorrow night. They say they will kill us.” Damien nodded. “I heard whispers about tomorrow. You cannot go alone. But you cannot trust many people here. The walls have ears.” He quickly gave me a small USB drive from his pocket. “Hide this. It has more proof about your sister’s medicine and payments. Use it carefully. I will try to help from inside but I cannot be seen talking to you.” I took the USB and hid it in my bra. My hands shook. “Why are you helping me?” “Because your sister was a good person,” he said. “And I am tired of watching girls get destroyed here.”

Damien cleared his throat, scanning the room with a grin that was equal parts charming and terrifying. “Good evening, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Damien. The younger, better-looking, significantly more fun Grayson brother.” More laughter. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t stop him. “I’ve known Alexander my whole life,” Damien continued, pacing the stage. “And for most of that life, I assumed he was a robot built by our father to destroy the stock market. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sleep. He once fired me from an internship because I brought him the wrong kind of sparkling water. It was ‘too effervescent,’ apparently.”