Pip X Damien Novels & Stories

Damien instructed, retrieving his laptop from his bag and placing it on the table. "What's his full name? I'll check the dark web for any information on him," Damien murmured, his fingers already flying over the keys. "His name is Ethan Maddox, and he owns the Maddox Empire company," Emma replied, observing as Damien looked at her, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes before he typed the information into his computer. Minutes passed in silence as Damien continued to type feverishly, his brow knit in concentration. Every so often, his pen would tap against his teeth as he contemplated the results.

At exactly 12:07 AM, the stream glitched. Just once. A flicker of static, a crackle of sound. Untraceable. Subtle. But Damien caught it. “There,” he whispered in her ear. “That packet came from New York. Not one of the registered nodes. He’s piggybacking on your stream. He’s closer than we thought.” “How close?” “If the trace is right… ten blocks.” Dominique’s chest rose. Fell. And then she smiled. Right into the camera. “Come closer, baby Fox,” she purred. “Let me show you what happens when you corner a vixen.”

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

Turning back to the creek, knowing it was going to sap his strength quickly if he stayed in it too long; he began to walk up stream. Damien walked about a half mile before getting out of the creek on the opposite side. He figured that the humans wouldn't want to cross this creek with the water temperature as low as it was, plus the distance he had traveled almost guaranteed they wouldn't find his trail. Still leaving a blood trail, he walked into the woods and headed for the Front Range.

Damien “Alpha Damark of the Blue moon pack just purchased a big piece of land in Ryder pack.” Seyric announced as he walked inside and without raising my head up from the document I was scribbling on, I shrugged. “What has that got to do with me? You know I don’t care about them or their business.” I replied and he took his seat.

“Here you go, Damien. Sorry about that earlier.” Damien accepted the drink with a nod of thanks, his fatigue from the day gradually easing. Amanda, though seething inwardly, maintained a composed demeanor, plotting her next move carefully. Damien leaned back, his thoughts inevitably drifting to Seraphina, who was currently in Paris for work. He spoke wistfully about his feelings of missing her and anticipation of her return. Damien, takes a sip, looking pensive, "I miss her, you know? Can't wait for her to come back from Paris."

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.

"Cut it off man! I can just ask my dad for money." "Oh."That was enough to shut him up. "Something seem off."Liam murmured. "What about Paige? Huh lover boy." He laughed. "What did you tell Paige? She acted really weird yesterday." "Hm."Liam swallowed." How did she act? Did you kiss?" "Pervert!"Damien swore. "I'm serious. Jokes apart. What did you tell her?" "That you liked her. That's all. I only helped you..." "What?!"Damien exclaimed. He threw a pillow at him. "Crazy punk!"

With a dissatisfied click of my tongue, I set it back down and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. After pouring out everything that I was to with Alina at the house, Sinclair had come in with the news. Devastated, Sinclair had told me what little he knew. Damian had still been reachable about three days ago which was when they discussed the supplies he needed at his safehouse he had to move into since his safety got compromised the first time. The day Sinclair was to deliver the supplies to his safehouse, he had noticed that Damian hadn't added his supplements that helped his old knees. Sinclair hadn’t been sure if he was to get it so he called Damian but there had been no answer