Novel & Cerita Who Was Damien Darkblood Talking About

The time had come to confront the darkness head-on and expose the puppet masters pulling the strings behind the scenes. A hushed silence fell upon the room as a figure emerged from the shadows, a man whose name was whispered in fearful tones - Damien Blackwood. He was a legendary figure in the underground world, a master manipulator known for his cunning and ruthlessness. It was rumored that he held the key to unlocking the secrets we sought. "Welcome, my friends," Damien's voice echoed through the room, his presence commanding attention. "You have taken bold steps to come this far, risking everything for the truth. But be warned, the path ahead is treacherous, and the price of knowledge can

And now he was being tortured somewhere off-grid, maybe dying; because he believed in them. Because Elena had asked him to help. Guilt slammed into her like a wave. “We have to find him,” she said. “Now. We need Lucia, aerial recon, the dark net; anything”, Damien didn’t answer right away. He turned back to the server, yanked the USB out, and crushed it under his heel. His eyes burned as he looked up at her. “This isn’t business anymore,” he said. His voice was low, dangerous. “This is blood for blood”,

“Half the families are pulling back. The other half are demanding a meeting to… remove you.” I didn’t look up. My thumb hovered over the screen, replaying the moment I told them to keep going. The words had felt right in the basement. Necessary. Now they looked like proof that I was becoming exactly what my father had been. Damien’s voice cut through the silence from the bedroom doorway. “Turn it off.” He stood there leaning heavily on the wall, shirtless, fresh bandages wrapped around his torso. His face was pale, but his eyes burned with that familiar Reaper fire. He shouldn’t have been out of bed.

“That man you’re with… Damien Blackwood. He’s not who you think he is. He’s got power. Real dark power. People disappear when they cross him. I’ve seen it.” My stomach twisted. “That’s not proof. That’s just rumors.” I rolled my eyes about to leave, already scolding myself for actually coming when he pulled out his phone with shaking hands and showed me a blurry photo. It was Damien talking to two rough-looking men in a back alley. The timestamp was recent. “This is nothing,” I said, but my voice wavered. “He runs a big company. He meets all kinds of people.”

Damien was talking to someone inside this house, someone who wasn’t me or Harrison. And from the urgency in his voice, whatever they were discussing couldn’t wait until morning.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

“I spent some time looking into your career” I frowned, “my career?” “Yes, Blackwood legal partners speak highly of you.” I blinked, not sure whether to feel complimented or concerned. He met my eyes without hesitation, “you have an excellent reputation” I wasn't sure how to respond. Most people assumed every achievement of mine had been handed to me because of David Bennett. They had no idea how I'd worked to earn my place. “You did your research.” I asked “I always do,” Damien replied. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Damien reached out for the glass of water beside him, looked directly at me , and said. “What I'm about to discuss shouldn't leave this office, it should be between yo

he continues to say. Raven looks at him like he has grown horns on his head. What sane person would ask that? “Does that mean he is into BDSM?” she asks herself. “Are you trying to say that you are into extreme sex?” she asks him. “In simple words yes,” he says. “Just how far?” Raven asked “Into no limits, but I wouldn’t go too extreme to hurt you that you bleed,” he tells her. This was too much for Raven, she didn’t expect to ever wake up to such news. Raven tried to sit up slowly and Damon helped her so gently. But she was on fire that she regretted sitting up.