Damage Control Book Novels & Stories

"Don't cry when you lose, big brother." Alesteria's thoughts were cut off when the huge gust of wind made the book fly out of the crib as it landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Alesteria was, of course, unaffected by the gust of wind since Aimilios and Aldrich casted a protective shield on Alesteria before they unleashed their mana, but the book was not included. The pages were all crinkled and some had a tear on them since the book is old and the paper is fragile.

How she was the real victim. The final chapter was titled "Moving Forward." Karen wrote about how prison changed her. How she learned to forgive herself and Damian. How she hoped we could all find peace. How she was writing this book to tell her truth and help other women who loved unavailable men. It was garbage. All of it. Self serving manipulative garbage designed to make her look sympathetic. I called Marcus, Damian's lawyer who had also represented me during the trial. "Karen is publishing a book" I said. "A memoir about the affair. It's full of lies. Can we stop it."

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He declared as he took the suitcase from my hand. "Hey, it wasn't your fault, Dex. I was young and naive, and then I fell in love." I replied, and he shook his head. "Ashton Pritzgold will never ruin your future. If I didn't hurt his sister, he played his role perfectly, and you end up breaking your heart." He said.

After months of fumigating, renovating, ditching old books left to decay after Dad closed his doors, Arcane Delights is almost ready for business. What started the decay—what I’ve spent the better part of my summer cleaning and repairing—was one of the worst rainstorms the Adirondacks has seen in recent years. Main Street, Barstow Road and many of the side streets flooded, ruining many homes and businesses. Several stores on Main Street in particular suffered significant water damage, and Arcane Delights was one of them. The back room’s ceiling leaked terribly, slowly soaking hundreds of books over the course of the storm, which lasted nearly two days.

"I hate to interrupt but I need to speak to you, Mr. De Marchi." "You can say whatever it is to both of us, Felix," I said, grabbing Harriet's hand for assurance. You're fine, I mouthed to her. "Well, okay." He flips a page from his clipboard. "I'm happy to say that there aren't any serious damages. You have two broken ribs, a concussion to the head and a few cuts and bruises. Aside from that you're good. Heart rate's normal, blood pressure's good. But I'd advise you to seek therapy for PTSD."

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

That was classic Vanessa, always committed to doing the absolute least, as long as it looked effortless. Nate gasped and decided to think of something more… positive. A perfect source of that would be Damien and his recent troubles. The news was already out and disturbing the airwaves. He had not even needed to read the articles; the headlines alone were more than enough. And of course, he could also see that Damien was already beginning to move quickly as always. Search results were already shifting. PR damage control is already showing in full force. It was clear. But this time it was perhaps a little too late for the poor fellow.

yet he did not want to believe it. "I believe Miss Lana's accident from eight years ago was not a mere accident sir." Liam said in a quiet and sad voice, aware of the weight his words carried and the pain associated with it. Damien let out a ragged breath as he raked his hand through his head. He was breathing hard, with rage filled tears burning behind his eyes. "Ugh!" He yelled, as he stood up suddenly, and rammed his fist into the row of shelves behind him. The shelves crumbled and tons of heavy books fell on the floor with a crash, some having their pages torn and the heavy covers frayed.