Damaged A Novels & Stories

Damien opened his cellphone and showed Leah some photos. Leah looked at pictures of herself with Adrian and Damien in several different spots. She looked very cheerful at that time. "Sorry Damien, I had an accident some time ago and lost some of my memories, some memories did come back, but others didn't," said Leah, not wanting the person in front of her to feel forgotten.

Aella begged. "You ruined everything; did you tear up the dress to pay me back?" Damien shouted. "No…no… I went to the room, and the dress was torn." Aella tried to defend herself. "And should I believe that? Who is daring enough to ruin the dress?" Damien asked. "Marie ruined the dress, to disgrace me," Aella said as she picked herself up from the floor, trying to stand. Her knees hurt like hell, and she could feel a bruise forming. Her head was also pounding. She struggled to sit on the couch as she stared at Damien.

Her moods changed from angry to downright irate when he came to Jon Moretti – he couldn’t remembered the last time he’d seen her smile a real smile. “It worked,” she beamed, spreading her elbows behind her head as she leaned back into the chair. “The failed abduction worked.” “It also took out two of our guys. Markus is in hospital with a pretty serious head injury, Alexis.” Beady eyes dipped to the floor as anger flashed across her face. “I-I’m glad it worked though.”

I left slamming the door with rage. I became bitter and with rage. I couldn't think of anything else but how to get my vengeance. In a moment, all the memories I had with him for the past years we've been together started to play in my head like a movie. was it all a lie? everything we did together, all the memories we built and the life we were going to build? we were going to grow old together. *************** This I marked the most dreadful day of my entire life. I couldn't sleep nor stay awake.

Robert says, and Josie pulls her mouth from Luke’s to look at the damage and begin healing it. “Fuck that hurt,” Luke hisses as his body trembles.

Police lights flashed through the broken glass. Marcus had called them. Three men down. Obasi’s logo on their jackets. Damien was bleeding from his arm. "You're hit," Zara said. Panic in her voice. "It's nothing." Marcus was already ripping his shirt. "Hold this," he told her. Pressed fabric to Damien’s arm. Zara’s hands shook. One man bleeding for her. One man bandaging him. POV: DAMIEN Hospital. Again. Stitches. Statement. Photos.

He gently brushed his palm down his daughter’s long, blonde hair. “Guards…” I parted my lips, yet Julius Campbell interrupted. “Alpha, calm down, please.” He bowed. “To tell you the truth…Damian has lost his mind. Three years ago, he got into a huge car crash while working abroad. Unfortunately, he lost his fated mate in the crash. She had long blonde hair like Serena. Ever since then, he thinks every blonde-haired girl is his true mate.” “Forgive him, Alpha.” He knelt on the ground and pleaded, keeping his gaze on the mud.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The helicopter cut through the night sky, its blades slicing the air with rhythmic precision. Damien sat across from Aurora, pressing a hand against his shoulder where the bullet had grazed him. The wound burned, but he forced himself to focus. The drive in his other hand was more important than his pain.

Monitors beeped on—steady, oblivious to the world shifting between them. Morning came—gray light filtering through blinds, rain still tapping the window. The doctor entered with news: ribs knitting slowly but steadily, kidney bruise worse than initial scans showed. Minimum six weeks out. Possible career impact if re-injury occurred—scar tissue, chronic pain, reduced mobility on the left side. Damien’s face hardened—jaw locking, eyes darkening with quiet fury. Marc stared at the ceiling—white tiles blurring as the words sank in. Outside the window: an Ostin City scarf left by a nurse—anonymous gift, navy and gold folded neatly on the sill. Pinned to it: small note in typed print.

I correct, with bitterness in my tone, "You loved yourself, your desires, your control, all alone." "You destroyed me," I repeat, emphasizing each word, Darrick's face contorts in anguish, his cries mixing with mine, unheard. But my resolve remains unshaken, firm and strong, "No," I say, resolute, "you had your chance, and blew it ." Too much hurt, memories flood back, pain overwhelms, "Too much damage," irreparable, forever to remain. Darrick's cries mix with mine, a symphony of sorrow,