Damage Novels & Stories

" I trailed . '" you think I've not thought of all of that ? Fred stop getting angry because I'm more angry right now " I said and he ran his fingers in his hair . " I'm sorry I just .....my life is ruined ,just one night and all these happening in my life ...I don't know how to feel Aria I shouldn't have fvcked Veronica " he said sadly . " It already happened love blaming yourself wouldn't help in anyway ,have you tried asking Sergio to hack into her system or something ? I asked.

Confusion was written on his face as he still couldn’t make head or tail of what had just transpired. Frowning, Kayson sighed. “Well, it was a nice punch. You didn’t fail your reputation as a warlord. Even though I’ve used the Advanced Titanium Technique and the Aquale Armor to mitigate 90% of the damage, the 10% damage that went through my defense still caused me some damage. You really are powerful!”

He groans in my pain, stumbling back due to the impact. I scuttled back, maintaining a large area of personal space as soon as I was released from his hold. A part of me was shocked by my violent action. In any other situation, I would drown in remorse, but here it had to be done if I wanted to protest the little dignity I have left. He had his hand on his head and seemed as if he was on the verge of passing out. I was afraid I had seriously hurt him. Once recovered, his face contorted into a pure rage. His eyes were blazing with fire. "You are fucking dead."

d-da dagger " i stutter, "Ahhhh cant the bitty baby handle anything bigger" Shannon taunts in a baby voice making me angry "an guess what baba baby when iv whipped your arse raw infront of everyone, when your bleeding all over the floor and Luke is so discusted with you that he rejects you, well then im gonna give you your last big humiliation, as your Luna i will reject you from the pack, ill banish you and make you leave naked and bleeding infront of everyone, so they can see hoe useless you are"

But my grip was unyielding, fueled by a primal fury that surged through my veins. Damien's eyes flashed with a sudden, fierce power. In an instant, a surge of power coursed through , and he unleashed it with a roar. The force hit me like a tidal wave, sending me flying through the air. I crashed into the porch, my impact breaking the wooden posts with a loud splintering sound. Pain seared through my body, a sharp, burning sensation radiating from where the jagged wood had pierced my side. Gritting my teeth, I struggled to push myself up, but my vision blurred from the pain. Before I could fully recover, I saw Damien charging towards me with murderous intent in his eyes, and his speed unnervi

I wish to make them both wished they were dead than to be alive and suffer my torment. I noticed I was becoming too bitter, angry and resentful. I've never wished my enemies misfortune before, neither have I laughed at someone else's misfortune because I've been there, I knew what I'd feel like, but right now all I deeply wished for was to see them both burn to the ground. I wanted so bad to snap their necks whenever I remembered or took a glance at them, I wanted to end their lives at any cost. It was this rage that made me loose guard and refused to focus on the important things in front of me.

he said. “Yes, ma’am, and Minus here had it bad,” he continued, ignoring Minus. “All we heard about was Cricket this and Cricket that, that is when he wasn’t bitching about how much of a prick Cutter is.” He turned to Minus. “How is Cutter, by the way?” “Yeah, about that,” Minus said sternly. “My sweet Lord look at your knee,” Duke said, ignoring Minus. “It’s nothing. Just a scrape. I’ll be okay,” I said, trying my best not to think about the bits of gravel that I’d have to pick out of my stinging flesh.

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

“No outsiders. Not now. Damian could have eyes everywhere.” Damon swore. “Then what? You want us to stitch you up ourselves?” “Do it,” I muttered. Matteo and Damon exchanged a look but didn’t argue. Damon fetched the kit. Matteo poured whiskey over the wound. The burn ripped a snarl out of me. “Motherfucker!” I slammed my fist into the desk, wood cracking under the blow. “Stop moving!” Matteo snapped. “You want me to dig the bullet fragment out or let it rot in your ribs?”

I turned to call his name. The sound of the shot cut through the air, sharp and final. Damian staggered, his body jerking hard as he fell forward. As he hit the ground, dark blood ran down his side, the fire of it bright even in the dim light.