All Chapters of MY SAVING DOOM : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I hated nights like this.... You know... The type where everything goes wrong and life feels like it is laughing at you. My feet hurt from standing all day, my head pounded from my boss yelling at me like I was his personal stress ball, and my phone battery had decided to give up on life before I even left work. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. “Nice one, Nanya,” I muttered to myself, kicking at a loose stone as I walked. “Star employee of the year, walking home broke, tired, and phoneless. Living the dream.” The shortcut I took wasn’t smart I knew that. Everyone warned about this alley, let's be real anyways, has any of them been here, do any of them even care, what if I get robbed or killed, would it even affect any of them, I think it would just be less burden on them. Now that I think about it, I really am taking a big risk walking down here, but the longer way meant another thirty minutes, and at that point, my bed was worth more than my safety. I told myself it was fine. People

By the time I dragged myself out of work, I was a walking corpse. The café had chewed me up and spit me out, the boss glaring holes through me every time I breathed too loud, and customers treating me like Siri with legs. My whole body ached. My brain begged for sleep. But the mark on my wrist burned. It had burned all day under the apron, a steady pulse of heat like a second heartbeat I didn’t ask for. Every time I looked at it, the glow seemed stronger, sharper, like it was daring me to forget what had happened. I shoved my hands in my jacket pockets and kept walking, muttering under my breath. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Totally fine. Just another day in the life of Nanya: underpaid, overworked, and apparently cursed. Lovely.” The city buzzed with traffic and neon lights, but I couldn’t shake the weight pressing on my shoulders. That prickling sensation, the one that makes you feel like someone is staring at you. Naturally, considering my experience last night, you'd think I w

(Damian’s POV) Her body went slack in my arms. The glow from the mark still pulsed violently against my palm, branding me through her skin. She was burning from the inside out, trembling as if she’d been dropped into the center of a storm she couldn’t see. Pathetic mortal. Fragile. Breakable. And yet, the way she felt pressed against me made my control fracture in ways it never should have. I should have let her fall. I should have let her collapse onto the floor and writhe until the flare passed. But no, my arms had moved on their own, holding her tight against me, cradling her as if she were something I cared for. Her scent filled me, warm, faintly sweet, threaded with the tang of fear and desire. It drove me mad. I bent my head, inhaled once, and hated myself for it. This girl would be the end of me. She stirred, her lashes fluttering. When her eyes cracked open, she realized where she was against my chest, fists curled into my shirt like I was her lifeline. She trie

The bathroom mirror still held my reflection hostage. Pale skin, tangled hair, lips too tender, and that silver mark on my wrist pulsing like a brand I couldn’t erase. For one terrifying moment, I swore I felt him there. Damian’s presence pressing against me, unseen but overwhelming. But when I blinked, the air was empty. My apartment was just my apartment again. No storm-eyed god lurking in the shadows. I shook it off. I had to. I had work. Rent didn’t pay itself, and neither did groceries. By the time I stumbled into the office, I was already half an hour late. My heart pounded as I slid past the reception desk, bracing for my boss’s voice booming across the floor. But the desk was empty. No boss. No scolding. Just blessed silence. I almost collapsed with relief. “Thank you, universe,” I whispered under my breath. By the time I slid behind the counter, my nerves were strung so tight I thought I’d snap. At least my boss wasn’t around to add to it. Small mercies. “Wow,” C

I should have known Claire wouldn’t let it go. By the time I dragged myself behind the counter the next morning, she was already there waiting for me, leaning against the register with the biggest cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. “Oh, good, you’re here,” she said, sipping her coffee like she was about to deliver world-shaking news. I narrowed my eyes. “What did you do?” She batted her lashes innocently. “Me? Nothing. Well… unless you count saving your love life.” My stomach dropped. “Claire.” “Relax!” She waved her hand like I was being dramatic. “It’s just a date. You’re welcome.” “A date?” My voice cracked. “With who?” “My cousin’s friend,” she said proudly. “Ethan. He’s tall, works construction, ridiculously hot. Honestly, I’m doing you a favor.” I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. “Claire, I told you...” “You told me you’re obsessed with a guy you shouldn’t want,” she interrupted, smirking. “So obviously you need a distraction. And what better distraction th