Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

Damian coaxed, placing a fleeting kiss on her forehead. She sighed hugging him, they both looked back to their two pups playing and having fun. “Thank you” Damian whispered, stroking her back. She raised her head to him smiling “Why?” “For being an amazing woman to me, a trustworthy Luna to this pack, and a wonderful mother to our pups” He muttered. Taking her hands he placed a kiss on them “Life with you is seamless” He whispered. She giggled “You made it easy for me, D. So thank you too,” She said.

"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."

“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.”

Damien sighed before going to the restroom to clean up after he was done,he dressed up and sat on the room cushion opening his laptop to put it on. Damien called Aaron to know how he was doing the task. "Boss" Aaron picked up the call.. "Are you done?" Damien asked "Yes boss everything is intact I wanted to see the installers out before calling you" Aaron explain why he didn't call immediately.. "Good, get me breakfast'” Damien hung up the call He open his email to sign some document through electrical signature and also reading through some. he really has work pilled up and to be sincere Aaron really did a lot for him. Damien was still reading his documents, when his phone began to ring.

Only for me to see something I never bargained for. Damien was in my bathroom, his lips slightly opened like he was groaning and mike on his knees sucking his dick. He had captioned. “Good dick sucker but you are the best” What the fuck!

“Damien just coded again. We’re losing him!” The world stopped.

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

, I say quietly. “That was his bad, Amory”, says Liam. “I don’t give a fuck how rich you are, you’re more rare than that pink diamond on your neck! He should never have cheated on you, he doesn’t even deserve a second chance and he’s lucky you’re even saying boo to his ass right now”.

Organized. Like my father kept it ready. Waiting. "This was his safe house," I whisper. Damien moves to the desk in the corner. Papers stacked carefully. A laptop. Closed. He opens it. Battery dead. "We need power." He finds the cord. Plugs it in. The laptop hums to life. Password protected. "Try important dates," he suggests. "Birthday. Anniversary." I try my birthday. Wrong. Lily's birthday. Wrong. My mother's. Wrong.