Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

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!

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.

Somewher‌e beneath those clouds, amid the smoke of a compromised safeh‍o⁠use and the wr‍eckage of our shattered escape pl⁠an‌, Damien was either a‌ pr‍i⁠soner or a ghost. ⁠​I refused to e‌ntertain‌ the‍ concept of t⁠he latter. Damien’s min​d was a labyrinth of⁠ defensive protocols; he wouldn't allow himself to be extinguished easily. He was likely playing for time, using‍ his kn‌owle​dge of t⁠he Vane‍ netw‍ork's infrastructure to keep Vic​toria’s ext‍ra‍ction teams from executin​g him on the sp​ot. He knew I had​ t‌he deeds. He knew that as​ lo⁠ng as those‍ documents were unverif​ied, the g​lobal banking syndicate was stuck i‍n a l‌egal par‌alysis. He was using his o‍w‍n l‌ife as the ul​tima

he echoed. Their moment of solace was interrupted by a knock on the door. Liam entered, his expression grave. "Marcus, Clara. There's something you need to see." They followed Liam to the pack's infirmary, where Ethan lay unconscious, his face pale and bruised. Clara's heart lurched. "Ethan!" The pack's healer, an older wolf named Draven, looked up from his work. "He took an extreme blow to the head. He's steady, but not waking up."

I finally managed to ask, pressing a hand to my heart to steady myself. Damien’s gaze softened, and he smiled faintly. “I like you, Xiana,” he said simply. “More than you probably realize. I don’t want to lose you. That’s my greatest fear. I just thought you should know—just in case you ever need to save me.” Without giving me a chance to respond, he stood up abruptly. “Good night, Xiana. You need to rest,” he said, his voice more composed now. But as he turned away, I noticed the tips of his ears glowing red.

That same calm confidence, God, it was unnerving. Ryan stepped forward again, closing the space between us. “I asked you a question,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He moved slightly in front of me, a clear Alpha gesture. “Who are you?” People had started whispering. I could feel eyes on us from every direction. Great. Just fucking great. The last thing I needed was a scene. But Damien didn’t even flinch. His gaze finally shifted to Ryan, slow and steady. “My name is Damien,” he said casually. “I’m a friend of Mikaela’s… from Silvermoon.”

Damien glanced down at the pile of his things. “You owe me a new computer.” “Answer me, or you’ll be broken too.” He stared at me for a long time without answering. This was eating away at me. Damien had an ownership stake in a winery and also had stock in a shipping company. If he was the one Sofia was seeing, my head would explode. If it was him, she would lie about it. I couldn’t handle that kind of truth.