Damage Control Book Novels & Stories

I let my need to prove something override my better judgment. The admission was so raw, so unlike the controlled Damien I knew, that I almost didn't recognize him. "What do you need me to do?" I asked. I need you to help me figure out damage control, he said. I need your analytical mind. I need you to look at this disaster and tell me how to salvage it.

These few weeks have been amazing. Damien was the sweetest partner. He helps me with Chole, teaches me, brings me business books to study and helps with drafting business meetings and building new connections. I found it really hard to believe all she had said. I remembered the night Damien almost hit me and my heartbeat raised.

I turned to the liquor cart as Damien came bursting through the door. "What the fuck is your deal with my bookshelf, Beta?" It was smashed to the floor with papers and broken glass scattered all around. I shrugged my shoulders not caring I destroyed his office, again. There wasn't much I cared about right now. I just needed this sour churning in my gut to go away.

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

They are also stronger than the pack members. Hope you understand, and sure I might have missed some, but as the story goes on, you can ask when ever you don't understand. So this is it, now let's get started. Grab you popcorns. You can grab a cup for me too. Send it via Email. BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED. (Warning this book contains some violence scenes, curse words and possessiveness. Just so you know.) For those of you who read my previous book, The good girl's upgrade and decided to cheek this one out thank you alot.

The pain is too much to bear so I try to reach for something. My hand touches one of the books I'd brought along and I pick it up and throw it at him. It distracts him for a second as he finally stops chewing on my leg. Before he has the chance to do any further damage, I use my other leg to stomp on his face and push him out of the carriage. As soon as that's done, I waste no time and crawl to the other door of the carriage, the strong adrenaline flowing through me, making the pain of my injured and bleeding leg almost non-existent.

DANIEL POV Amelia begins work on her third book when Grace is fifteen months old, and watching her find her voice as an advocate while being an active mother makes me fall in love with her in new ways every single day. "It's going to be different from the novels," she tells me one evening after Grace is in bed, showing me her outline. "Non-fiction. A guide about healing after trauma." I scan the chapter titles and my breath catches. "This is about us."

I gritted my teeth, feeling the destructive rage take over me. I wanted to destroy Damian. I wanted to see the brothers suffer. Whatever I did didn't feel enough. There needed to be more damage. Irreversible damage. AUTHOR’S REVIEW: Comment your thoughts on the story so far. If you like my book then please recommend it to. Your friends. Follow me and add this book to your library to stay updated. Love ya!

A few raised their phones discreetly, capturing the drama. Damien ignored them all. He pulled out his phone and dialed sharply. “Philip,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I need full damage control. Whatever happened today… it cannot hit the news. I don’t care how call every outlet, every reporter, make sure it’s contained.” ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ That evening, after the chaos of the afternoon, things seemed calm. Guests were halfway through dinner, soft chatter and clinking glasses filling the room. Katherina caught Damien staring. His eyes were fixed on Amelia’s hand, the diamond ring flashing under the light. His jaw tightened, and his expression darkened.