Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

My screams turned to sobs, my body trembling as I stumbled back toward the darkness of the palace. As the doors closed behind me, I caught one last glimpse of Damien standing alone on the platform, his face shadowed but his posture unyielding. For a moment, I wondered why he had intervened—why he had spared me that final, damning sight. But the answer didn’t matter. House Muller was gone. And I was truly, utterly alone.

Not one for unnecessary attention, Damian gave his speech and concluded it within a minute after Sasha insisted that he should introduce himself formally to the rest of the party. “I’m Damian from the Gorski scientist family. Although I’m under investigation to clear my family’s sins, I hope you will give me a chance to prove myself in dungeons and events. Also, as you can see,” motioning to the newly installed fridge and microwave behind, “I’m good at technology. If you need assistance, send me a message. My batteries are low, so I’ll leave to charge them if there are no other questions.” It was an excuse, but nobody bothered to expose Damian’s lie. The cyborg couldn’t eat anything, and for

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.

Xavier asked in a menacing tune but Damien wasn't all that angry for he expected him to be this cold to everyone. "I'm Damien Qin, Miss Kendall and I are friends." He introduced himself with a brilliant smile and handed over the ice cream to Kendall who seemed to be avoiding eye contact with the two of them. "I see... Well I'm sure you must have heard of me from my wife." Xavier's level of Coldness gave her the creeps and wondered what he was up to. "Hm... Have heard alot about you Lord Xavier, nice to meet you by the way." Damien answered with a polite smile and extended his hand for a handshake.

they cooed. On the breeze I caught a hint of a strange scent I had missed so much. Red pepper. The sweet, juicy scent of red pepper but it wasn’t as clear as Cillian’s. Unfortunately it had a bitter tang, mixed with grassy, mossy notes. Nina purred in recognition. /Home. Safe/ she cooed at the little hint of what we loved best. “Well…shit,” Diane murmured, “I don’t think I’ve looked at a guy my papa's age like that before.”

"You'll be going to Seapoint, a small town by the sea. Did you see the photo? His name is Damien Zucker—you are going to impersonate him." Damien was a pale man. He looked malnourished and seemed to be around his 20s. According to the document, he was originally from Seapoint. However, he dropped out of school at 16 to work out of town. He died in a car accident two years ago. "Then what? Why is there nothing else?" Felix asked. Xena took a deep breath and suddenly said, "Felix, you can still back out now! This mission… is really odd."

I said to distract her and because she smiled. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek. “That sounds like a plan.” *** “We found more information on Damien. Apparently, he is in the States. He lives in a small town in Wyoming.” Lorenzo said, showing me the screen to show me a file with the information that he had on Damien. “He looks like any normal guy,” I muttered. Now, I understand why his face was so familiar to me. He looked like my father and, by default, shared some features with me. I hated him so much.

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

“Damien is mine. And I don’t share.” Ken stared at him—shocked by the icy confidence in Luxian’s voice. It was like watching another person rise out of the one he knew. Dmitri’s face twisted in fury. “Guards! Beat him. Break his pretty face.” She stormed toward the exit, her heels echoing behind her. “Tesa—bring the phone. Let’s give Damien a call.” ⸻ Meanwhile — Damien’s Safehouse Damien stood hunched over Cris, who was typing furiously at his laptop.

Xavier helped Damien sit down before taking a seat next to him while Theo sat on the other side of Damien. “Which one made you sick?” Xavier asked, eager to get whatever it was away from Damien. “It was the poppers,” Damien said and Xavier immediately began picking them off his plate. “Wait! I love those! I think it happened because of all the running around I did before eating.” Damien explained as he tried to save the last few poppers. Damien placed his hand over the poppers when Xavier tried grabbing them.