Blink Dammit Novels & Stories

* *“I need to know who the twink is” *“This is p**n with plot”* *“Blurred faces but we KNOW what’s happening 👀”* Damian’s grip on the glass tightened until he heard the crystal creak. He closed TikTok quickly and opened Messages. He typed so fast his fingers shook with barely leashed fury. **Damian**: Delete it. Now. Where the fuck did you get that? Scarlet’s reply pinged back almost instantly. **Scarlet**: I have my ways 😘

She jumped back and I heard Clarice exclaim in pride before moving on to the next pair. Leah was limping, still recovering from the blow I'd laid on her weaker leg, slowing down her attempts to dodge my blows. I took advantage of this and started coming at her stronger and faster, laying low blows into her side, staying close to the ground. Leah's fists connected with my back and ribs as I wrapped my arms around her torso, ready to take her down. She planted her feet as I pushed, giving way with just enough time to send me barrelling head first into the mat, my eyes lifting to meet an amused Beta Gideon standing there, watching the whole scene.

Chapter 2 little-angel POV As the eve of the Shadowboom Unveiling approached, my excitement mingled with a sense of worry. I could hardly contain my anticipation, but a nagging fear crept in, making me wonder if I could endure the wait any longer. The burning desire to discover my destined mate consumed me. "Mom, did you hear that?" I asked, jolting awake as the whinnies of the horses pulling Full-moon's cart echoed through the house.

Morning broke with a low ceiling of clouds that turned the city to silver. Evelyn arrived early at Drake Tower, the lobby hushed and reflective, the security staff watching her with the tense courtesy that follows a night of quiet alarms. On her secure phone, Noah’s last message glowed like a small fire. Registrar notice served. Claudia instructs obstruction. All preserved.

The lights flashed in my eyes. I stared at the empty door and calmly walked toward a home that was not truly mine. The video of Jenny White breaking the hiking record played on the mall's big screen. In the video, my parents and Jared stood excitedly, cheering for her. None of them seemed to remember that I would be released today. After almost three hours of walking, I finally saw Jared. He rushed over. Upon seeing my limp, he went to support my arm. “Charlie! What happened to your leg? Did they do something to you inside?”

They had been sipping drinks cursing the mate bond not choosing them this full moon. One of them, a stunning blonde with cat-like eyes tipsily declared, “I'd love to just make them explode on the spot. Just them to do it back to me. I’ve heard it’s insane. Can you imagine just being in a room, they’re thinking of you and there’s nothing you can do to stop it?” “That’s just White Forest mates though!” “You don’t know that! Dirty thoughts are dirty thoughts!”

‘Your bedding some whore and our dad and our mate where fighting for their lives’ ‘I Know’ ‘You were marking that bitch and I couldn’t stop you’ ‘Fuck’ ‘If we have to slut as our mate and Luna, if I don’t get my mate back wolf or not, if Ireland dies I WILL LEAVE YOU’ Then Finn cuts the l**k and I can’t feel him.

My scalpel is screaming yes, that this is too fast, too much, too everything and my inner goddess is doing the merengue and shouting absolutely not. "The driver…" the words comes out rough. "He can't see through the partition." Damian's voice drops an octave. "And he's paid very well to be discreet." He turns to look at me with his blazing eyes and my heart begins to pound. My blood is pumping through my body. God! Damien is so freaking hot. “Let's take this blazers off, shall we?” He says and slowly starts undoing my buttons. And places the blazer at the extreme end of the sit, just beside him.

Camera flashes explode every time I walk near a window. I stay in the living room, curtains half-drawn, tea untouched. Damian stands by the doorway, barking orders into his phone. “Block them off the private road. Hire extra security if you have to.” He listens for a beat. “I don’t care what it costs.” When he hangs up, I ask, “Do you even hear yourself?” He turns. “What?” “You’re talking like this is war.” “It is.” “Against who?” He stares at me. “Anyone who thinks they can tear you down.”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE