Anya Punching Damian Novels & Stories

Damien chuckled with a toothy grin. “ Punch him ” crimson growled Way ahead of you. Without another word I swinged my fist as hard as I could towards his face. Just then David and Carmel came rushing over just to see Damien in the air getting hurled towards a bed of roses behind them. “ Duck!! ” Carmel yelled as bent over to allow the full grown man soar above her. I guess I hit him to hard...

It became clear to me then just how much Diana must have meant to him. This wasn’t just a fight; it was Damian avenging his late wife, pouring years of grief, guilt, and suppressed rage into every strike he landed. Nicholas, for all his taunts and bravado, was no match for Damian’s wrath. But it wasn’t one-sided. Nicholas managed to get in a few hits, his punches landing hard enough to make Damian stumble. I winced every time Nicholas’s fist connected with Damian’s ribs or jaw, but Damian barely faltered. He came back harder, his strikes merciless.

He started with pull-ups, then burpees, and finally explosive push-ups that sent his palms off the mat each time. “Trying to punch the floor into submission?” Clara teased as she approached. “Just warming up.” She smirked. “Then let’s see what you’ve got.” They moved to the mat. Clara stretched out, bouncing lightly on her heels. “You sure you’re up for this?” she asked. “Always.” Clara ducked under a swing and tapped his side. “Too slow.” Damien adjusted and came again, this time with a rapid combo. Clara blocked, countered, and circled him quickly. She was clearly holding back, but it wasn’t obvious to many. Damien started to lose his temper.

Ariana “Damian, stop it!!! Get off him. I yelled but it all fell on deaf ears because he just kept punching him. Adrian didn’t hold back off though and punched Damian back in the face. “Stop it please!! Stop it!!!!” I yelled louder but the men were too busy trying to kill themselves to listen to me. I had to do something. I really had to do something unless one of them was going to go back home badly injured and disfigured and from the way it was going…

Right uppercut to his chin. Damien stepped back. His face changed, no longer arrogant, now alert. "You... you still..." Damien growled. He moved forward again, this time more ferociously. He didn't care about defense. He just wanted to hit. Jab, jab, cross, hook, uppercut, he threw them all at high speed. Alexandro defended. His hands went up and down like a shield, but one punch got through. Damien's fist hit his left temple. Alexandro staggered. I stood up from my seat.

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

Fernandez immediately defended himself… Damian undid a few buttons of his shirt as he walked towards them and Fernandez took this as an opportunity to leave but of course Damian wasn't gonna let him leave after What he'd done… The bald man fell to the ground when Damian punched him… his lips broke in the process and while trying to get back on his feet, Damian suddenly pinned him to the ground and began punching him repeatedly… “How dare you lay your hands on my wife!?” Damian was like a lunatic as he kept punching the life outta the bald until his entire face was covered in blood.. Fernandez was barely unrecognizable when Damian was done with him..he looked like he was gonna die… “ You wort

Fernandez immediately defended himself… Damian undid a few buttons of his shirt as he walked towards them and Fernandez took this as an opportunity to leave but of course Damian wasn't gonna let him leave after What he'd done… The bald man fell to the ground when Damian punched him… his lips broke in the process and while trying to get back on his feet, Damian suddenly pinned him to the ground and began punching him repeatedly… “How dare you lay your hands on my wife!?” Damian was like a lunatic as he kept punching the life outta the bald until his entire face was covered in blood.. Fernandez was barely unrecognizable when Damian was done with him..he looked like he was gonna die… “ You wort

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.

Damian’s punch landed on him again. My breath hitched for a moment. I should have done something to stop them, to release Victor from his grip less he kills him. But no, a part of me seem to love the drama in front of me. The wild, furious and extremely possessive Damian in front of me. Like he could die if anything happens to me. “Damian!” I finally yelled to get his attention, but didn't stop there as I stepped forward in-between them. “That’s enough!” He froze, his chest still heaving, his fist not yet released. And a look at Victor's face, I almost burst into a loud laugh because of the bruises all over his face.