Damaged Goods Ao3 Novels & Stories

Aiden turned, and before he could react— Damien’s fist collided with his jaw. “How dare you!” The sound echoed through the garage. TBC. Please vote for my book 🙏🏼

The boy stood proudly beside his teacher, holding a drawing he had made for the class assignment titled My Family. Three stick figures. One small child in the middle. Two taller figures standing apart but reaching toward him. Damian looked at the picture for a moment before turning back to the screen. The computer chimed again. Decryption complete. A new folder appeared in the archive directory. PROJECT AURORA — LAB RECORDS Damian leaned forward immediately. He opened the folder. Dozens of files appeared, but most were heavily damaged. Corrupted data blocks. Partial video segments. Broken research logs.

I want this to be over with. “Amelia Hope Robertson.” “I, Dimitri Sky Hemming, reject you, Amelia Hope Robertson as my mate.” Let’s see how you react now. A smirk formed my face. “Are you high?.. Oh gosh I told Trixie not to involve drugs tonight.” I was not prepared for her answer at all. Didn’t they say that once you found your mate, your bond will be very strong that when one rejects you, you will literally suffer from the heart-break?

The disk flies away piercing the bodies of four of them that they become unconscious. Aoi is crawling to Alfi’s body and starts doing something that I can’t write down here if I want this story to be public consumption. Dang, it. I can’t make the story longer than it should be. Well, just enjoy the censorship and imagine it with your own fetish already. ********************************************************************************* **********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

Lucienne asked. "How could you use it?!" "I... I... I just used a little bit of it" "Don't touch my things! Isn't that a clear rule?" "I... I am sorry" her eyes filled up, terrified. Damien closed his eyes shut, took in a deep breath and let out the same before opening his eyes. "You have no idea what you just did" "I am sorry" her voice shook. "Just don't touch my things, do you understand?" "Y...yes"

Third POV Damien doesn't stop raping her, and he doesn't stop taking pictures either. It got to a point that Emelia grew numb to it all, no matter how hard he takes her or manhandles her, she remains a lifeless doll. And that must piss Damien off because each time he makes it more agonising for her. Until one day, He makes her bleed.

They were all on the floor groaning for their life, I placed my foot on one's neck. "I am Damien. You don't touch what's. Mine without my permission or even think of having to hurt her without knowing who she is. She is my mate, let this be a warning and hope there won't be a next time. I wouldn't be so kind." I broke his arm with the full force of my leg. "Ahhhh!" He screamed, I was ready to age more when I felt my brother's arm on my shoulders.

He pressed his forehead against mine, whispering, “Tell me I’m not already losing you.” The walls seemed to close in, shadows thickening, heat rolling like a storm trapped beneath my skin. I wanted to answer, but another vision tore through me, blinding and merciless. A battlefield soaked in ash. Damian’s body crumpling, golden eyes dimmed. My own scream echoing over a ruin of fire that stretched as far as the horizon. The shard purred at the sight, feeding on my terror, until I ripped myself free with a sob.

He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him. Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder. “I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.” The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”