South Park Damien X Pip Novels & Stories

“I like him. He likes me. And yeah, it’s new, and yeah, it’s fast, but it’s real. He’s been good to me. Really good, Damie.” Agnes chose that exact moment to pipe up from the couch, legs kicked up, popcorn bowl somehow already in her lap (where the hell did she even get popcorn?). “Ohhh shit. This is better than reality TV. Big bro energy activated. Ten bucks says Damien throws the first punch in three… two…” Jace snorted. “I’m taking the under. Damien’s too classy for fists. He’ll just stare Jaxon to death.” I ignored them. My focus was locked on Jaxon.

Arthur said as he landed another punch at the Security Analyst’s face. Snapping out of his trance, Damian walked to the Student Council Treasurer beating Sir Tremblay up. He too was enraged by the photo that he saw and without any hesitation, Damian kicked Sir Tremblay by the side repeatedly. “Bastard. You fvcking bastard! You dare do that to Hestia!? And to my sister too?! You are a paedophile? A fvcking pedo!” Damian shouted as he kicked Sir Tremblay again and again.

He lingered there for a moment, savoring the contact, before his teeth gently closed around my skin once again. Damien leaned back slightly, eyes roaming over me as if admiring what he’d done. His lips curved into a slow, satisfied smirk before they finally lifted to meet mine. The way I looked at him seemed to stir something dark and wild inside him. He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling roughly. “Fuck… You make me crazy, Piper.” He said my name like it was both a prayer and a punishment, a blessing he never should have been allowed to touch, and a burden he’d carry without hesitation if it meant having me.

Xavier straightened to his full height, unbothered by the mood in the room—his trench coat still catching the gold light like he was auditioning for villain of the year. “Damien Cassius Tenebris,” Moses corrected flatly from the couch without even looking up, one hand flicking a sound dial on his janky setup. “Trash name.” Miriam clicked her tongue. “Pretentious. Reads like an off-brand cologne.” Xavier—no, Damien Cassius Tenebris stood in the center of their common room like he was trying not to get eaten. Which, to be fair, was an entirely valid fear. He was smiling.

ONE Tulip's POV. Tonight was when I would lose my virginity to Damian, my boyfriend, my mate. He had been patient enough to wait ever since our mating ceremony, and I made a secret deal that when I get the approval to be a Coach to Hockey Dreamers players, I shall be ready for sex. I applied the red lipstick on my lips, ensuring I was good to go in the mirror before exiting the dorm room. I was locking up when; "And where is the nerd going, dressed like this?" I heard the voice of Xavier Grey, my childhood bully and Damian's cousin who was also his greatest rival.

“Baby, please, I love you! I'm sorry!” “Don't ‘baby’ me!” Damian screams. His head finally appears, shoving past the doorframe to glare down at his mate. “Mister, 'I've got super sperm and can get my mate pregnant even after he had his uterus removed!' REMOVED! The damn thing was removed, and you still got me pregnant! Ahhh!” Damian roars, grabbing a wicker chair off the balcony and chucking it straight at his Alpha's head. Xavier's eyes widen, and he quickly rolls out of the way. The chair lands right where he was standing a millisecond ago, exploding into a million pieces.

Sophia The email from Hart Global sat in my inbox like a ticking bomb. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the final line again. Mr. Damien specifically requested your attendance. Not Bennett Accounting, not one of our executives. Me! I didn't know why that bothered me so much. Maybe because I'd spent years watching powerful men use influence like a weapon. Maybe because Damien Hart have looked straight through me during our first meeting, as though he already knew things I hadn't discovered yet.

“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.” “Fine,” he said, laughing despite himself. “But for the record, I’m not a fuck-boy. I’m carefree, sure, but I do have limits. And it’s hockey. Not football.” Lia smiled. “I tried.” “Right,” Damien chuckled. “And it’s Bruno Mars, by the way.” “You didn’t strike me as the type,” Lia said, smiling wider. "What can i say? I am full of surprises" Soon, Damien pulled off the road and parked. Lia blinked at the sight.

As we're walking to the school building, River walks in front of us and Damion shouts at her, "Hey water girl, where's my damn water?" Her friend Sydney turns around and tells Damion to go fuck himself. I can't help but burst out laughing at my best friend and teammate. "Only if you'll let me fuck your tight cunt with your tuba." "I playing the electric keyboard, you imbecile." We all burst into laughter at the expense of our friends. "Fuck off guys," Damion sulks. "Are you really going to let a nerd talk to you like that?" Amy nags Damion on.

"He is a credit to you and your Luna." "Timon - Pumbaa", Damien snapped, frustrated, waving between himself and Tommy, who stood beside Ab's, "Great, now we are all introduced. Can we get this show on the road?" "Why do I have to be the warthog?" Tommy grumbled, trying yet again to defuse Damiens's anger. "I mean- if the t-shirt fits..." Damien smirked sarcastically, raising a brow at Tommy; relief spread through me, knowing Tommy's wit had the desired effect. Damien seemed to have cooled down a few degrees.