Damaged Goods Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

but perhaps this was for one. Why else give me armor? Curious, I opened the lid. Inside lay— a flimsy piece of black lace so thin I could practically see through it. Two triangles of fabric and strings. ...What kind of armor was this? A disgrace. No protection. No reinforcement. Only... suggestive exposure. No empire would issue such a shameful garment. This was not armor.This was... some kind of seduction trap. I snapped the lid shut, scandalized. At that exact moment, the door opened and Damien stepped inside—wearing only his bottoms.

“Do you miss your old life?” Aurora sighed, her fingers idly tracing circles on the blanket. “No, not really. But I have valuable belongings there—things that can’t be replaced.” Damien scoffed, straightening his posture. “Your husband is Damien Vladimir. I can replace anything.” Aurora smiled softly, biting her lower lip. “I’m glad,” she whispered. But her expression grew serious as she added, “But the only memory I have of my mother is in a book. I want it back, Damien.”

AURORA'S POV Damion’s arms wrapped tightly around me, his lips trailing down my neck, branding me with a passion so fierce it almost burned away my guilt. Almost. I melted into him, my fingers tangled in his dark hair, my breath hitching as his kisses deepened. But no matter how desperately I wanted to stay in this moment, my mind refused to stay still. Images of the battle flashed like lightning behind my eyelids—Volak’s twisted sneer before I struck the final blow, his monstrous beast plummeting lifeless from the skies, and my mind trailed back to the chains of the other creatures snapping as I set them free from Velmoria’s cruel rule.

She bit her lip but continued, almost as if she needed to say it before she lost her nerve. “I’m really serious,” she said with urgency. “Damien… Damien really loves you. Ever since the day you left Opsia… he hasn’t been the same. He’s been experiencing serious trauma. He doesn’t smile. He barely eats unless he feels like it. He started drinking — alcohol, cigarettes, shisha… all kinds of harmful things. That’s all he survives on.” I was quiet. Still. “He used to be proud of his room. Now it's filthy. No one is allowed to clean it — not even the maids. He threatened anyone who tried. The only clean thing he does anymore is bathe. That’s it.”

Aurora’s POV After the trial, I thought the worst was over. I was wrong. Damian made sure my punishment didn’t end with a sentence. He bribed the guards and the other inmates to torment me, starving me, beating me, forcing me to kneel until my knees bled. Every strike stripped away a piece of my wolf, every insult carved deeper into what was left of me. When the poison’s side effects didn’t kill me fast enough, Damian found a new way to destroy me.

They are also stronger than the pack members. Hope you understand, and sure I might have missed some, but as the story goes on, you can ask when ever you don't understand. So this is it, now let's get started. Grab you popcorns. You can grab a cup for me too. Send it via Email. BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED. (Warning this book contains some violence scenes, curse words and possessiveness. Just so you know.) For those of you who read my previous book, The good girl's upgrade and decided to cheek this one out thank you alot.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have clicked but don’t act like you weren’t teasing me with it. You’ve been eye-fucking me since I got here, talking about bending me over. Now I see the real you in there and it’s not all power and filthy scenes. You got hurt too. That part about the guy who ghosted you after you let him in? Sounds familiar.” Damien’s jaw clenched but something shifted in his eyes. He grabbed my shirt collar, pulling me in until our faces were inches apart, breath mixing hot. “Familiar how? You gonna pretend you haven’t been burned either? Don’t act like your messages didn’t give that away when we emailed about the book.” I swallowed hard, feeling his body heat, the bulge in his jeans pre

And I wouldn’t stop until I made them feel every ounce of what they’d made me endure. Damien and Genevieve. They thought they’d shattered me. But they’d only awakened something far more dangerous. This was war. And I would not stop until I’d watched them fall.

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