Damage Control Book Novels & Stories

I muttered squatting to check the books arranged below the shelf. "Hahaha! Gotcha!" I smiled at last feeling relieved I'd seen the book I was looking for since I heard steps behind and I stood up turning around to see who it was. The textbook in my hands fell as I began shaking visibly... Taking my steps back. "Damien!" I muttered, he still had bandages wrapped around his left eye and he looked in a sorry state that I began to pity him. "Camilla!" He whispered moving closer to me. "Stop right there! If you don't want me to scream at you," I retorted moving backward.

Nothing in this world matters. I scavenge. I attack. I kill. Day in. Day out. --- Most of the pages were missing. Destroyed by the weather… or by something else. I closed the book, my hands trembling. Then, suddenly, I threw it across the room. Damien barely ducked in time. "Iris, I didn’t know you went through so much." His voice was quiet, careful. "It seems like blacking out was a survival instinct for you. But now… we know what happens when you black out."

Infected swarmed everywhere — some crawling on ceilings, others mutated beyond recognition. Kael shifted fully and led the spearhead. His silver-black wolf form smashed through the first wave, jaws snapping, claws shredding. Damien moved like liquid night, appearing and disappearing, leaving trails of torn throats and arterial spray. Serena ran in the middle, hurling violet barriers and explosive runes to cover their flanks. “Left!” Damien shouted. A group of corrupted football players barreled through the fiction section. Kael met them head-on. The impact shook the floor. He tore through two of them before the third slammed him into a marble pillar. Bone cracked.

Stumbling back as I stare at the vivacious red wine stain. “Oh mommy! Good lord! What have I done?” I gasp again feigning innocence as I lift my gaze to meet his angry scowl. “I am so sorry sir. Pardon me. Jeez! What can I do to…a napkin! I'll get you a napkin!” I am so close to scurrying away to search for this napkin, when he grabs my wrist. His scowl has morfied into a look of concern. “Please, calm down. Accidents like this happen all the time. How about we get you a new dress. The one you have on is completely ruined,” he says, his eyes sweeping down my body, tongue darting out to lick his pink lips and swallows hard.

“ That will be great, then you can also help Spin get the books back in order too-“, she suddenly cuts herself short. “What is it, Meme?” I ask her when I see how pale she’s gone. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but Spin has been trying to find the right time to bring it up and hasn’t. When you left, nobody knew how to operate the bookkeeping program you used to get everything organized. So, Brenda tried to backtrack and move everything to manual again! But nothing lined up anymore and two years ago, Spin was audited. He’s been fighting it, but the businesses are financially a mess, Lala. I know he was going to offer to pay you to fix them and then hire someone to manage them from that poi

Ryan said removing a few books that were on the table creating space for me to put their food. “Enjoy.” I said smiling a bit and turning around as quickly as possible to go back to the counter. “El watch out!!” Treadway shouts grabbing my right hand to stop me from bumping into Andre who was holding a couple of steaming hot coffee mugs. He pulled me back so hard that I ended up smashing into him causing us to both lose balance and fall. I fell right on top of him centimetres away from his face. I did not waste time standing up and muttering a thank you before rushing to the changing room.

“That might actually make things worse.” “Everything is already worse.” I snapped at Lydia as silence followed after, then she spoke up again. “Yes sir” she said. I rubbed my face, leaning back in my chair as another notification buzzed through my phone. It was another article and headline. Another version of the story, twisted in a different way. I didn't even need to open it. I already knew what it was. “Damage control is not working anymore.” Lydia said. I let out a dry laugh. “I don't actually give no shit about that.” I said.

Text from Trevor. *I heard about your accident. I'm glad you're okay.* I stared at the message. Deleted it without responding. He texted again five minutes later. *I know you're angry about the book. But the accident made me realize life's too short to leave things broken between us. Can we talk?* I should have blocked his number. Instead I called him. "Damien," he answered immediately. "Don't use my accident to sell your redemption narrative." "I'm not. I genuinely wanted to check on you."

My living had been turn upside down, and my staffs stood there powerlessly, there faces buried toward the ground. Jax was sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, holding a book I had left on the table earlier before going out. I walked forward and the damages got clearer; vases broken across the floor, and one of my favorite portraits shattered to the ground, with its frame resting by the wall. “The Unwelcome One,” he read from the book’s cover, slowly. “By Martin Crowns.” He looked up, at me, and I walked closer to him. “What’s the deal with you? Why causing all this mess in my abode?” I said slowly and my voice shaking—like I’d poured all my seriousness into that statement.

Too late Damon pov The room was in a mess “Mess” was an understatement to the amount of destruction that was before me. It was more like a hurricane had passed through here. The furniture was smashed into pieces, The shelves that contained large collections of healing manuals and tables were smashed beyond recognition, and the books lit on fire. I crept forward, every muscle tense, and ready to fight. The room was a little dark, but it was nothing my wolf vision couldn't handle.