Damaged A Novels & Stories

Zeke’s wounds are severe, including a nasty gash across his chest that is open, oozing thick rivers of red in between the muscles of his abdomen. “Zeke!” Matilda cried, speeding the rest of our descent towards them as she pulled me along. Stood together in the cold grey foyer, surrounded by silver daggers “Oh goddess!” “Hey Matilda,” he said with a soft tilt of his head. “I’m confused as fuck but I’m happy you’re safe.” “You need stitching up! Look at all that blood!” “I’ll be fine,” Zeke huffed, puffing out his chest like it didn’t hurt.

The image of her almost dead face was permanently etched in my brain, and I was never going to forget it. "How bad?" Damian grilled, slightly pushing off my support and walking by himself despite being weak and recovering. "Answer me," He growled when I remained quiet. "She had a major crack in the cranium, and a part of her brain is swollen and..." I trailed off, unable to continue. Every time I saw her broken body, it pained my soul. "And?" Damian demanded. "She suffered from severe burns on her left side, especially her left hand. The doctor says it could be permanently damaged and might need amputation.

Damian winced which made Emily pull away from the hug but her hands still grasped Damian’s unfazed arm. “So sorry about that!" She soothed, wiping her teary eyes as she sniffled. She was too overwhelmed with joy to see Damian was awake after sleeping for days without waking up. The doctor had been telling her Damian’s condition wasn't critical but to a point, she thought she was going to lose him to the cold hands of death. Seeing Damian breathe again was an answered prayer. She forgot Damian was hurt. As she hugged him tightly she pressed her member on his injured hand which made Damian scream because of the pain surging in his arm.

“Ms. Rodriguez? Vivian is here to see you.” “Send her in.” The door opened, and Vivian Aschroft stepped inside, looking more strained than usual. She sank into a chair, rubbing her temples. “Damien’s upstairs,” Vivian said quietly. “Saw the doctor finally after all the “I don’t need a doctor”. Three cracked ribs, a mild concussion… he looks like he went twelve rounds with a train. And he’s still talking about her.” “Amelia.” “Always Amelia,” Vivian sighed, a flash of old guilt in her eyes. “It’s like a sickness.”

The old protections recognized whoever stood outside, and the heavy door slowly retreated into the rock. Damian walked in alone. I saw blood on his shirt, a torn sleeve, a dark burn running from his shoulder nearly to his elbow. Then I was already moving toward him too quickly to pretend that I was merely checking whether he was injured. “You’re hurt.” He looked at me and managed something close to a smile. “Good morning.” “Damian.” “I’m alive. For now, that’s enough.” Margosha tried to get up too quickly. One hind leg buckled beneath her, and she struck the floor with her tail in irritation. “I told you to catch up with us.”

DAMIEN I fùcked up. I fùcked up real bad when I followed the car. I was too slow because I didn't want Jake finding out that I was following them. So I kept losing track and getting lost on the way which wasted more time. I also have another huge problem. My battery is dead. I can't use my phone to make any calls. How can I be of help if I can't call the cops? Of all the days, why did I forget to charge my phone today? And why the hell did I forget my charger too?

"I can't find Liliana. The car crashed, and she wasn't there anymore." "They found her." Austen murmurs into my hair. "They did, where?" ★★★★★★ The rest were already back to the house before we arrived. "Luna Scarlet." Zack shoots into my hand as we walk through the door. "Where is Amelia, is she okay?" I pat on his back. He must have been scared. "The doctor said it had affected the wound from before." Zack states. "But other than that she is fine." I can't help but let of a sigh in relief. Thank goodness she is okay.

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Opening the cap of the tube, he squeezed some of it out on tip of his fingers before he gently began to rub it on bruise part of her cheek. She softly hissed in her sleep, feeling sudden coldness. "Shh." He hushed her softly, fingers of his free hand tenderly rubbing her ear shell, that made her whimpers to quiten down. His fingers trailed her soft cheek, feeling the swollen part under his touch. That broke his heart into pieces. "I'm sorry, baby." He whispered, "I'm so sorry." His tone was tender. He was still in denial. How had he hurt his Hazel? He did not to it intentionally. No! He could never. It was just a heat of the moment. And now that moment was gonna haunt him the rest of his lif

Inside Art Trading Corporation, Fiora returned to the office and drank a cup of water to calm her restless heart. She kept telling herself that nothing would happen to her. Everything was handled perfectly, and there would never be any flaws. About twenty minutes later, Damian returned. Damian had injured himself so much that his body was covered with wounds and blood was all over it. He looked as if he had just been in a fight and barely escaped. He exchanged glances with Fiora, and they understood each other’s feelings.