Anya Punching Damian Novels & Stories

It let loose another roar, letting Damien know that it thought he was the victor of this little spat. However, Damien was waiting for just such a move. He pushed off the ground with every ounce of strength and fury he had in him, flying right into the bear's chest, going for the throat. He hit the bear hard, but somehow it remained standing. He fell away from the bear with a chunk of flesh and fur in his mouth. He had missed the jugular vein and got a mouthful of fat and skin instead. The bear swung one of its forelegs, catching him in the ribs. He yelped while flying through the air. He hit a tree hard and landed on his back, dazed. He couldn't breathe, his muscles screaming in agony. He co

Don’t want to be seen as demeaning Almeera. “You know, hmm? What should we do in front of people to make sure that you and I love each other?” Her mischievous hands unbuttoned a few buttons of Damian’s white shirt. Make the man put on a depressed expression if you want to harass him, at least not in that place. “I totally understand, Miss,” Damian replied, looking away. “Don’t delay. Like I said last time, tomorrow you should be able to pounce on me first! Show your prowess bravely, Honey!”

Henry’s body shook, eyes narrowed and fists trembling so hard his knuckles went white. He looked like a man seconds from detonating. Damian cocked his head, his smirk stretching wider, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “What’s the matter, husband of the year? Truth sting a little too much?” “Shut your filthy mouth!” Henry’s roar split the restaurant. Then he lunged, his fist swinging hard. The sickening crunch of knuckles slamming into Damian’s jaw rang out like a gunshot, followed by the stunned gasps of the entire restaurant. Damian staggered back, blood trickling from his lip. But instead of hitting back, instead of raging, he just wiped the blood with his thumb and looked up smirking.

“You’ll be the first to know if we find out anything.” It was enough for now. I watched as officers escorted the woman further down the hall and out of sight. The threat had been neutralized, but the questions remained, multiplying like shadows at dusk. Damien arrived about 20 minutes later. He was still dressed in the same sharp suit he’d worn to work, his presence commanding attention as he walked straight toward me. “Are you hurt?” I blinked, surprised by the directness of his concern. “No.”

"Nooo! You bastard! I'll kill you!" Bammm!~ ... Daniel took Vincent's punch straight, sending his body crashing against the wall. Vincent, who was angry because his plan was foiled by Damien, lunged at Damien's body and punched him in the stomach. Now Damien was squeezed between the thick wall behind him and Vincent's fist in his stomach. Damien laughed with his mouth full of blood.

"So this is the husband, huh? I was expecting someone... More handsome." I saw Damian’s eyes darken, but his voice stayed calm. "Walk away. Now." Mark laughed. "Or what? You’ll sue me? Please. You think your money scares me?" Damian didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The next second, his fist collided with Mark’s jaw so hard I heard a crack. Gasps rang out from the shoppers around us. Someone dropped a can. Another screamed. Mark stumbled back into a shelf, knocking over a stack of cereal boxes. He scrambled to his feet, swinging wildly, but Damian ducked effortlessly and landed another punch—this time to his stomach. Mark doubled over, coughing and groaning in pain.

Avery didn’t get to finish since Ian launched a punch in Damian’s face after his conclusion. “D’you think you can do whatever the fuck you want because I let you be, as you’re Avery’s friend?” Ian asked before punching Damian again while his other hand tightened Damian’s neck as they both fell to the ground and Ian trapped Damian under him, a hand to his neck and the other ready to throw another punch to his face. “Ian! Let go of him!” Avery tried to stop him while Damian tried to free his neck from his hold. “You fucking bastard, she’s my mate; how dare you force—”

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.

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.

I dragged Damian by his shirt throwing out a brutal punch, I screamed at the sight before me not knowing what to do. “Leave him alone please” I said as tears rushed down my eyes, Damian knocked the man from behind, causing him to wail in pain, he then flung a kick on his waist letting him crash down in pain. I watched as Damian threw punches over and over and over again on the man lying helplessly on the ground, he looked like someone who was gonna die with the next punch. I held on Damian shirt “Stop, Damian stop this” I pulled him from the ground and hurriedly dragged him into the car. He looked like he was going to step out of the car