Damaged A Mga Nobela at Kwento

His words stunned me. My mind went blank. The explosions gradually died down, leaving only the sound of burning flames. Jasper saw his chance and rushed forward without hesitation. He was at his side in an instant, expertly checking his injuries. His brow furrowed. "Broken ribs. Possible internal bleeding." Damian's gaze passed over Jasper's shoulder, still fixed on me. Jasper pushed away the debris pinning Damian down. As he bent to lift him, a piece of searing hot metal sliced his arm open to the bone.

They spotted the blood trail immediately. The driver saw them too. Her expression changed when she noticed the guns. Without another word, she slammed her foot on the gas. The cab shot forward just as one of the men reached for the door. Damien collapsed against the backseat, breathing heavily. The silver still burned inside him, preventing his body from healing. If he did not remove it, the damage would worsen. As the cab sped through the streets, he slipped his hand beneath his blood-soaked shirt. The wound was hot and slick. He pressed his fingers into it, ignoring the white-hot pain that radiated outward.

There were murmurs and loud whispers everywhere. I was still on the ground with Damien shielding my body from the impact. Everything happened too fast for me to understand but there was a loud sound of glass being shattered on the floor. Damien gave me a hand to stand up, I held his hand tightly and stood up slowly with a wince. A small piece of glass was in my arm as well as my leg, but it was nothing compared to what Damien had on the backside of his body.

Gabriel had done a good job contacting him on time. “Peng, even I don't know yet, but I will give you a full update tomorrow, for now, just make sure none of them dies.” I uttered, tapping my foot restlessly in the car. At the warehouse, the metal locks were destroyed, broken and bent beyond recognition. “How many men were injured?” I asked Damien as I stepped into the dimly lit Warehouse. The state of the warehouse was shocking. The air was thick with smoke, grease and of…. blood.

Candy explained at same time Joshua walked back to reception holding dust pan filled with broken flower pot from earlier and another old looking empty pot “Geeze what happened here” Candy scrunched her nose looking at mess “They broke it” Joshua said as he carefully kept damaged flowers along with some soil in that old pot “We did not” I said immediately “Damm, that old hag was quite even after her pot was broken” Candy hissed “She would have screamed her heart out if it would have been me, last time I accidentally damaged petal of one of her flower and she literally cussed at me… she screamed like crazy and called me several name for damaging her precious gift from his son” Candy scoffed

The weekend sleepovers at Nina’s continue even after the new baby is born! Almost an entire year after the baby is born, Loyalty agrees to start dating me again. It’s several more months later that she agrees to move back into the colonial with the kids, and I strive to give them a happy life. However, you can tell there are days when she’s still heartbroken over the loss of Jonny in her life. I have forever lost the rights to her whole heart, and I have to live with knowing that it’s my fault she is so broken. It’s my fault that she’ll forever be my beautiful Loyalty, but damaged!

Esme's POV It had been over a week since I woke up. I suffered second degree burns in different parts of my body, my back was mostly affected but they've all healed completely. My ability to heal really quickly stunned the doctor and she said not to worry about the scars because they would smoothen over time. She also provided an ointment made with a rare herb which would help with the discoloration.

She cried so much that her throat began to hurt. Vance hugged her, comfortingly, "You've never done anything wrong. Those people will pay, I promise you that, Don't overthink about it. you are the strongest women I met, and I am glad you are my mate; it hurt my hurt seeing you like this, don't ever blame yourself." "But…"

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.

Before Miller could respond, Damien continued. "She was severely injured and lost a lot of blood. If I found her after an hour, then I would have lost her forever. The injuries she sustained because of your son are so severe, that even after a month, she is still struggling to walk properly. It's been a month since I last saw her smile warmly without fear. My wife is still struggling to come to terms with what happened because of your son. And here you are, sitting in my own office and announcing that your son didn't touch my wife? If he did touch her, Mark my words Miller's, his death would be the most painful death imaginable in this world" Damien said with barely contained rage.