Anya Punching Damian Novels & Stories

"F*ck you!" Damian kicked Brandon right on his head. Fortunately for him, Damian was not wearing any shoes. Otherwise, his head might have cracked open there and then. "You evil b*tch! How dare you use Slush on my cousin's girlfriend! You're going to hell for this!" Damian was well aware of Slush's potency. He grabbed Natalie's hair and swung his hand right in her face, slapping her left to right ten times. When he finally let go, Natalie's body went limp and fell to the ground.

“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.

“He just scared me. He wouldn’t let me go.” Damian dropped his hand, but the rage in his eyes was almost palpable. I shrunk back from him even though I knew it wasn’t directed at me. I knew he would never hurt me. This guy wasn’t so lucky, though, and I almost laughed at the look of pure fear that washed over his face when he looked at Damian. “Look, man, I didn’t know she was your girl,” he held up his hands as if surrendering. “Well now you do,” Damian said before punching him so hard in the face that the guy landed on his ass. He looked up in shock with blood streaming from what looked like a very broken nose.

“You’re nothing but a spoiled, spineless coward who hides behind your family name. And I’ve warned you, didn’t I? That I’ll burn Eboncorp to the ground. Damian’s hand clenched around my throat this time. Not enough to kill—just enough to remind me of the fear. Only that it didn’t work very well. I spat at Damian causing him to step back. I pushed him away from me and punched his face with my own fists until he bled. “You piece of a shit deadbeat husband—“ Suddenly, a shot rang out. A bullet struck the gravel beside Damian’s shoe, spraying dust into the air. “Unhand her,” a voice commanded.

It was my choice to have sex with him. Her father moved quickly for a man carrying such excess bulk but Damian was faster, blocking the blow and delivering two of his own, one low and one straight to the jaw that gave a satisfying crack and sent the other man sprawling on the path. The Leonidas security team moved forward but Damian turned his head and sent them a single fulminating glance because now he had evidence of why she’d been so desperate to leave home. ‘You really want to defend a man who hits women? Is that in your job description?’ When they hesitated, he transferred his gaze to the man now crumpled at his feet.

Haley’s eyes grow wide … she grabs onto my arm, and I’m not sure who’s holding who up at this very moment. Damion doesn’t even flinch. “Feel better now?” he wipes his nose and glares at his friend. “No!” Logan hits him again. Hard. On the jaw. Damion recoils with a wince. Another punch hits his shoulder. He finally moves — lands a brutal shot to Logan’s stomach — moves forward but stops himself mid-swing, smashing the pillar behind my brother instead. Concrete cracks. Logan doesn’t blink. These men are insane. “We’re done,” Damion says hoarsely, offering his hand.

Damian and Clinton were locked in combat, their determination radiating through the chaos, and I couldn't look away. They fought and fought, as more guards burst into the room, their shouts echoing off the walls. Clinton and Damian moved like a well-oiled machine, dodging and weaving through the onslaught. Clinton, with his quick reflexes, sidestepped a guard's swing and countered with a powerful punch that sent the man to the floor. Damian, fierce and unyielding, tackled another guard, grappling with him on the ground. The two rolled, exchanging blows, until Damian managed to gain the upper hand, pinning the guard down and delivering a swift jab that knocked the wind out of him.

Damien’s POV As soon as the ladies disappeared from our sight, before I even turned back toward the room, the brat…Jace Salvador…lunged at me and punched me square in the jaw. The hit was clean. Hard enough that something metallic filled my mouth. Blood dripped down my lip, warm and irritating. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t back up. Didn’t even touch him. I just wiped the blood off with my thumb and grinned at him.

He just started dodging Alex's obvious punches and kicks. This went on for a while and the remaining pack members left what they were doing and they started cheering them on. Damien suddenly used his left leg to fall Alex down. Alex smiled, he was really enjoying it. Damien was so smiling now too. He started moving closer to him and before he went to stand over him, he gave him a big kick at his lower back and Alex shouted in excitement. Damien went to stand over Alex and just when he raised his hand to punch Alex, something distracted him. Elle.

“That's nice information, baby girl. But now, I need to have revenge for this,” Her minions blocked Illy against the wall to let their master take care of her. “I hope my punches won't hurt you a lot,” Julie said before punching her on the stomach. Illy cried, “Please, no!” “That was not enough baby girl.” Before trying to punch her another time, a strong hand pushed her on the floor. “The next time I see you landing your nasty hands on her, I will fucking kill you,” Damian muttered. “Damian!” Illy grinned.