Damage Novels & Stories

Zaria sweetly inhaled the fresh scent of the red roses, her face forming a lovely smile. Red roses meant a confession of love. She would use it and surprise Elian. Laughing to herself, she walked out of the shop. Suddenly Zaria bumped into someone. The figure was sturdy and strong that she fell to the ground. Crunched. The person did not say anything and left. Zaria was dumbfounded. Upon regaining her state of mind, she stared at the roses that had fallen on the ground. Their condition was not good anymore. They were badly damaged by the person who had stepped onto them brutally.

King Damien was surprised when he saw the sincere worried expression Charlotte had . He expected her to be scared of him when she touched his hand and arm . He never thought that she would actually look worried . " Your arm.....you have a wound.......I am really sorry , your majesty . " said Charlotte with a guilty tone . Charlotte looked at the wound to check if it was too deep or not . Damien silently stared at her as she finished checking the wound . " It doesn't look deep but it is damaged on the surface . You have a little bruise too . " said Charlotte .

I felt a deep pang in my chest and closed the door before watching him drive off. I turned around and made my way into the lobby. Before walking through the door I turned my heard saw his black BMW round the corner. In that moment I realized that Jayce Adams had touched a part of me that no one had been able to reach until now. Was I capable of loving again? Right now all I felt was loss and regret and it felt like I was living my worst nightmare all over again.

“ You spacing out is weird enough four me too suspect there’s something wrong with you boss . “ said Derrick . “ I…..I…..wasn’t spacing out . “ said Damian with an annoyed look on his face . “ Tell me , I am all ears boss . One thing that I know for sure is that it has do do with Antonio . “ said Derrick . Damian looked at him confused how he could know but then Derrick smiled and handed him a can of beer . “ You are a billionaire but sometimes you forget that you are also a human being bro . You aren’t indestructible . Also , you should try this beer . It’s very delicious . “ said Derrick . Damian sighed helplessly and opened the beer then started to drink it . “ So , what happened ? “ aske

Doreen suggested, the voice of reason in the haze of panic that had taken over the minds of Gerald and Desiree. “Something! I need something to apply pressure!” Matamoros immediately took off his suit, tossing it forward. Gerald caught it and huddled the material together, pressing it on the gunshot wound. Damian let out a groan of pain. “You can’t die on me, Damian. You fucking hear me?” Gerald said gruffly. Damian flashed another smile that looked even weaker than the first. “Just tell me you love me.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He has changed.” “I caused that and I'll rectify it…” Cassius mumbled cupping his bleeding neck. Noelle quickly approached him and examined his face. Cassius's left eye was swollen and black, his nose was bleeding and his jaw was blue. She grabbed the first aid box and cleaned his wound. She placed ice on his eyes before laying his head on the sofa. “He misunderstood us.” “I knew,” Noelle said looking at his face. “Is it hurting you?” “Nope.” Cassius gave her a sad smile. “Not much, it's hurting my heart. That man could give his life to save me but now see where we are…” He swallowed hard and winced. “He almost killed me today…” ********

A shard flew past Damian's cheek, making a clean, horizontal slice. Soon the sound of shattering glass was heard no more. They both looked up and looked around the office. It was an absolute mess. Damian's suit was stained a terrible crimson. It was never going to come off. He felt a warmness on his cheek and put his hand to it. The blood from his face stained his finger. He looked from his finger to Lilian and felt the anger slowly rising in him.

DAMON POV: I'm hitting the punching bag so hard my knuckles are bleeding but I don't care. Five days back from the dead and I still feel weak as hell. Whatever the Silverfangs did to me drained something fundamental from my body and it's taking forever to get my strength back. The healer says I'm recovering faster than expected but it doesn't feel fast enough. I need to be strong. War is coming and I can't protect my pack if I can barely make it through a training session without feeling like I'm going to collapse.

Bricks crumbled into red dust, raining down onto the gravel. Oscar roared, utilizing his massive lower-body strength to drive his knee straight into Duncan’s ribs. The sound of fracturing bone echoed sharply through the night. Duncan gasped, a spray of dark blood escaping his lips, but his supreme healing factor instantly kicked in, sealing the injury within seconds.

"I'm just glad to see you're well rested after this last week." I point to my mouth and Jessie chokes quietly, "We tried to remove it before I went to sleep. You almost went into respiratory arrest. Your seatbelt cracked one of your ribs and it knicked your lung. It still needs healing before we take it out." I nod lightly. "When can I see the girls," I sign as tears fill my eyes. "Are the girls here," Jessie asks in a choked whisper. "No, but I can have Sarah bring them," my mother says softly and I nod.