All Chapters of MY SAVING DOOM : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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THE VOICE IN THE SHADOW

The pounding stopped.Silence swallowed the room, thick and choking, as if the air itself had been strangled.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. All I could do was feel Damian’s grip on my wrist, tight, unyielding, as though if he let me go, I’d be ripped through the door and into the shadows that still curled beneath it.The echo of the knock lingered inside me. It wasn’t just sound—it was vibration, like it had reached into my bones and shaken something loose I didn’t even know existed.“Who is that?” My voice came out cracked, too small for the terror clawing at my chest.Damian didn’t look at me. His eyes stayed locked on the door, storm-colored and sharp. “Not someone you want to meet.”Before I could ask again, the voice slipped through the silence.“You think you can keep her hidden, Blackthorn?” Smooth. Low. Dangerous. “She’ll find out soon enough. I’m closer than she thinks.”My blood ran cold. Closer than I think? My mouth went dry. “What does that mean?” I whispered. “Who

HE LEFT AFTERALL

The lights flickered again. Once. Twice. Then steadied, humming with a tension that prickled down my spine.I wasn’t breathing.“Damian—”“Stay back.” His tone was sharp, a command that sliced the air in two. He stepped forward, his shoulders squared, storm-colored eyes scanning the shadows like he could rip them apart.But I felt it too. The heaviness pressing against the walls. The whisper of something unseen brushing the back of my neck.We weren’t alone.“You said he left,” I whispered, hating the shake in my voice.“I said for now.” Damian’s jaw clenched. “He changed his mind.”And then the voice curled through the silence again—silk over steel.“Closer than you think.”I spun, eyes darting across every corner, but there was no one. No shadow, no figure, no face. Only the words wrapping tight around my throat.My heart slammed against my ribs. “I don’t see anything!”“That’s the point,” Damian growled. “He doesn’t have to be seen.”The air thickened. My skin prickled. The room fe

FRACTURES

The days blurred together after that night.I told myself I hated him. That I didn’t care he was gone. But every time I touched the mark on my wrist, I remembered. The way his voice cut through the night. The storm in his eyes. The way he left—like I was nothing.It haunted me.At work, I messed up orders, forgot to smile, almost gave a customer their change in paper clips instead of cash. Claire covered for me more times than I deserved, shaking her head with that wild grin.“You’re drowning, girl,” she muttered, scribbling on a napkin instead of letting me ruin another receipt. “And whoever’s got you like this better be a billionaire with a yacht. Because if not? He’s not worth it.”I laughed, but it sounded empty. She didn’t press further. She just stayed close, louder than my silence, until I could get through another shift.Still, no matter how much I tried to block him out, Damian was everywhere. His scent. His voice. His arrogance. The way he said I belonged to him—and then lef

STOP THINKING SO LOUD

I hadn’t even wiped the tears off my face from the call with my dad when I felt it—that electric pull in the air. Heavy. Sharp. Familiar.I didn’t have to turn. My body already knew.“Enjoying yourself?”The voice slid through the night like smoke. I spun anyway, my pulse leaping into my throat.Damian leaned against a sleek black car parked at the curb, arms folded like he’d been waiting for me all along. His storm-gray eyes were locked on me, unblinking, burning with something I couldn’t name.I froze, my breath hitching before fury rushed in to fill the gap. “You—” My voice cracked. “You said you’d never come back.”His mouth tilted in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I lied.” His tone was flat, unapologetic, like it was the most natural thing in the world as he walked up to me.Of course he did. Of course he lied.I let out a sharp laugh, bitter and shaking. “That figures. gods and their promises. You must get a kick out of stringing people along, don’t you?”He pushed off t

PROMISES WITH FIRE

He’d just dropped the line, the cruelest tease in existence, and was already moving toward the door. The next time I touch you, there will be no stopping. I should’ve let him leave. Let him vanish into the night again and spare myself the ache. But something reckless took root in me, hot and sharp, burning away the fear that usually knotted in my chest. “Wow,” I said, voice louder than I meant. “So you kiss me like that and just… walk away? That’s it? You’re seriously going to run? Coward.” He froze, his hand on the doorknob. Slowly, he turned, eyes narrowing. “Careful, Nanya.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “What? Did I hit a nerve, oh mighty god?” His eyes darkened, the storm inside them rolling dangerously, but I stepped closer anyway, emboldened by the way his jaw flexed. I tilted my head, studying him like I wasn’t terrified inside. “I expected more. Honestly, I thought gods were supposed to f

THEN TEACH ME

The words slipped past my lips before I could stop them, reckless and raw. They hung in the air like a spark poised to ignite.Damian’s eyes darkened instantly, the storm in them roaring to life. His grip on me tightened, his jaw flexing as though he was fighting every instinct to consume me whole. For a heartbeat, I thought he might break, might actually do all the wicked things he’d just promised.But instead, his mouth twisted into a dangerous smirk. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”“Then teach me.” My voice wavered, but I didn’t back down.For a long, suffocating moment, he studied me like I was both prey and something sacred he wasn’t supposed to touch. Then, with a growl that rattled through my bones, he kissed me again. It was fierce, unrestrained, his mouth crushing mine with all the pent-up hunger he’d been holding back. His hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my hip as though anchoring himself to me.Heat tore through me, stealing reason, erasing everything b

THE WRONG YES

The fluorescent lights above the café hummed faintly, too bright for how heavy my head felt. I blinked at the espresso machine as if it were a puzzle I’d never seen before, trying to shake the haze left over from last night. Damian’s words still clung to me, heavy as chains, intoxicating as poison: Even if it damns us both.I shouldn’t have been thinking about him here. Work was supposed to be my escape, a slice of normalcy in the storm. But every time the bell over the door jingled, my pulse leapt, half-expecting to see that storm-gray gaze cutting across the room.Instead, it was Claire.“Morning, sunshine,” she sang, sliding behind the counter like she owned the place. Her hair was pulled back in her usual messy bun, and she carried the kind of energy that should’ve been illegal this early.“You’re late,” I muttered, more to cover my own daze than to scold her.She grinned. “And you look like you haven’t slept in a week. So I’d say we’re even.”I rolled my eyes, tugging my apron ti

BETWEEN TWO FIRES

I stared at the clock above the counter, the hands ticking far too slowly toward closing time. Every second stretched like it knew what was waiting for me tonight. My shift was almost over, and with each passing minute, my chest tightened.Ethan was still sitting at one of the corner tables, scrolling on his phone, casual as ever. Claire had long since abandoned work, buzzing between customers and nudging me every chance she got with little grins and not-so-subtle whispers: You’ll thank me later.I wouldn’t.My apron suddenly felt too tight. I tugged it off and folded it with stiff fingers, my thoughts racing. Damian’s storm-gray eyes burned in my mind—his voice, his promises, the heat of him still branded on my skin. And now, here I was, about to play “normal girl” on a date with someone who was safe, ordinary, and completely not him.“Stop looking like you’re heading to the gallows,” Claire whispered, swooping in beside me as she stacked cups. “It’s dinner, not execution.”I shot he

"GO HOME"

The restaurant was warm with the low murmur of voices, silverware clinking against plates, and the faint scent of garlic and bread wafting from the kitchen. Soft jazz hummed from hidden speakers, trying its best to set a cozy mood. For Ethan, it was probably just another pleasant night out. For me, every second felt like I was balancing on the edge of a knife. I was halfway through forcing myself to laugh at his story about a botched camping trip when the atmosphere shifted. The door opened, and though a dozen other people came and went tonight, this one… this one felt like the air had been sucked clean out of the room. I knew before I saw him. Damian. My pulse slammed in my ears as he stepped inside, moving with a steady, unhurried gait, as though he’d been walking toward me all night. No hesitation. No searching for where I sat. He already knew. He cut through the crowd with impossible grace, and I noticed something strange—people glanced at him once, then quickly looked away,

THE SENTENCE

The world giving way never felt graceful. It ripped instead — like an answer pulled free, jagged and hot. One moment I stood in the restaurant with the taste of her on my tongue and the echo of her laugh in my bones; the next, the air around me collapsed and something older than time yanked me elsewhere.I hit the dark without a sound, the shock of displacement folding me inward. For a beat I had no sense of up or down, only the raw, panicked animal awareness that I was not where I should be. When the solid ground finally found me it was cold and unfamiliar. Shadows moved like living things. The sky above was bruised, a slow bruise that widened with some deliberate slowness.They were there before my sight had cleared — not in any single direction but filling the space like a sudden storm. Six forms coalesced from the dim, each one an impossible architecture of light and law. Their faces, if they could be called faces, were older than any history I owned. The High Council. Judgment ma

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