Anya Punch Damian Novels & Stories

He threw a punch at the one with gold tooth, who yelped and fell on the ground, holding his stomach. "Who's next?" Damien cried and turned to Tony. He proceeded to punch him in his ugly face, but Tony dodged him. "Quick! Grab him!" Tony roared, and one of the bigger guys grabbed Damien from behind. Damien tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but Tony came at the front and sucker-punched him. Pain shot through his body, but he tolerated it with gritted teeth. Come on, Damien. You've been training for this, he told himself. He tried to recover and kick Tony, but Tony hit him again. The other guy let go of Damien, causing him to fall to the ground. They beat him and kicked him to their heart's con

A sharp slap was delivered to him by Ivan, one that made his face turn to the left. Damian spat out blood and taunted under his breath "What? Truth hurts, huh? Maybe I should have waited a while before sending her out, I guess you'd never avail yourself till she was broken beyond-" Ivan threw a heavy punch to his side, making a whoosh of air escape Damian's lips. Two more followed, accompanied by grunts from Damian.

The doors of the van fly open with a deafening bang, and a figure bursts through the smoke and fire, moving with lightning speed. Damian. He’s here. His eyes lock onto mine through the haze, and I feel a surge of relief, followed by the sharp sting of an overwhelming emotion I can’t name. He’s come for me. The men are caught off guard, their focus shifting from me to the chaos unfolding in front of them. Damian doesn’t hesitate. He barrels through them with a wild, furious energy, knocking one of the masked attackers to the ground with a single punch. Another man lunges at him, but Damian’s reflexes are quicker, and in seconds, the attacker is on the ground, groaning in pain.

Damian was downing a black addidas sport trouser and an armless addidas top that showcased his well sculptured built, he was punching the black punching bag and it swings according to the rhythm he wanted it to. Stephan walked in grinning from ear to ear, he decided to throw a sneak attack on Damian thinking that he wouldn’t know since he was busy with the punching bag, Stephan stretch his leg to give Damian a kick but Damian caught his legs with one hand and throw him back making him hit his back at the wall across the hall, both of them starts fighting and quickly not up to five moves from Stephan, he was on the floor panting heavily

I closed my eyes not wanting to see. I felt a very hard slap on my face following by several, causing me to fall down Damian immediately pulled me up and punched me in the face, I fell on the ground again this time I was coughing blood and I was in extreme pain. I had never been hit ever in my life never mind punched. " GET THE FUCK UP " he yelled " Please I'll never please " I could not even comprehend what I wanted to say I just wanted him to stop. " Damian please I'll do whatever please I beg " I was begging on my knees.

Damian jumped up, pointed at me, and said, "Uma! There's a woman in your closet!" Uma knocked Damian's head and said, "Be quiet! Knucklehead! Do you want those soldiers to come back?!" "Ouch! It hurts!" Damian covered his crewcut head and dodged. He was surprisingly agile. Is he a boxing fighter? I thought to myself. Uma stroked Damian's head and said, "Don't act like a spoiled child to me. You've got punched in the fight club all the time." Damian turned his head toward me and said, "My name is Damian Pedersen and I'm Milo's cousin. Are you the lady who attacked Alpha Dire?"

“Damian! What the hell—?!” Damian stood there, towering, furious, chest heaving, his hand gripping Adrian’s collar so tightly that the fabric bunched under his fist. “You son of a—” Damian snarled, and punched him. The sound was awful. Flesh on flesh, bone hitting bone. Adrian stumbled, crashing onto the table. Gasps, screams. Phones rising to record. “Damian, STOP!” I yelled, rushing forward. God, he is doing it again, trying to embarrass me in front of everyone.

Whoever punches him, he or she must be good. “Lady Lena, punched him, Your Highness,” Damian said, and he contained his smile. “…and it was epic.” “I already like her. She’s one brave soul.” And I can’t help myself to laugh as if Matias found his match. “You should really see his face,” Damian added. “Do you want me to do a background check, Sir Matias? It seems you’ll need it sooner or later.”

The sound that follows isn’t my voice. It’s the heavy slam of the door behind us. “Let. Her. Go.” Damian. He’s already moving—no warning, no words. One second Adrian’s gripping my arm; the next he’s thrown backward into the wall, glass shattering behind him. I stumble aside, clutching my stomach. “Damian, don’t.....” But he’s gone, lost to the fury he’s spent years burying. He punches Adrian once, twice—solid, brutal hits that shake the air.