Damaged Goods Ao3 Novels & Stories

Johan hurriedly stepped outside to look at his bedroom and saw that his door was fixed too. “Woah, you can even fix broken stuff, huh?” he told Seb. “On the contrary,” Damien answered him, “Things when broken, can not be returned without fault.” he went to the door and opened it, Johan noticed a notch on the wood that wasn’t there before. “These are probably doors from the other rooms.” Damien explained. “I believe that there will be 3 doors missing in some of the rooms on the same floor.” he looked at Dorin’s wall. “Some of the bricks as well.” he added.

She shot Raiden with her staff and watched as Raiden fell to the ground, on his knees, blood spewing out his mouth as he stared up at Jason who smirked at him just before he gracefully shot out his leg and Raiden found himself on the floor, blood spewing from his mouth. Damien felt all the muscles in his back contract as he lay there, his vision slowly blurring as he watched his men get killed and ripped to pieces and his pack house get burnt down along with every other thing and the fact that he not only lost everything but also his mate caused his heart to ache. He saw Amaira's face as the last thing his eyes could view as his vision slowly faded and everything turned black.

I shrugged, my gaze shifting between Amber and Viona. " Is everything okay? You seem distracted. " Viona àsked, her tone showing concern. " Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." I quickly brushed it off, smiling to let her know that I was fine. Well, I was pretending to be fine. How could I be fine when Amber was practically grinding her naked ass on a man's crotch? After tasting her, I could not bear the thought of another man sticking his dick into her warm confines.

Aaron said lowering his voice so as Arrya won't hear. “The culprit.” Damien asked. “Chicago photography theater.” Aaron respond “Sue them for illegal photo editing.” he said as he walk back to Arrya.. Aaron left immediately Arrya stood up and hug him. “Please don't get mad at me..it hurts.” She said for Damien to smile as he remove his hand from his pocket and rob her back. Arrya release the hug as she began to unbutton her shirt. “What are you doing?” Damien ask as Arrya continue to unbutton her shirt.. She let it fall as her white bra came into view. Arrya start to unbutton Damien shirt as he hold her hands..

Trigger warning ( sensitive topics like self hurt )- The Dark Lord pulled his nails out one by one. He seemed like he was relishing in that pain. Every time he pulled his flesh out along with each nail, a new one grew, almost immediately in its place. His legs were grazing above the fire and chewed on that metal blade. It was the same for all his organs. Every time it got severed it immediately regenerated as if adding salt to his sadistic fornication. As he repeated it again and again, his eyes rolled up and he arched his neck back, as if reaching his climax.

she answered him She placed both of her palms on the glass the warehouse snaked in fear and right outside, the sodium lamps exploded one by one the temperature rose to twenty degrees in a second, Ice lace raced across the floor like spilled milk. On the screens, Damien’s perfect white room began to crack, it looked tiny and spread across the walls in a spider webbed form ,the cradle behind him sparked gold threads burning black. “Aurora stop”he whelped in pain his voice distorted, warped, broken

She shrieked, "My eyes! It hurts!" Magnus and Gabriel rushed to her side to clean her up. Meanwhile, Damien raised his fist as if he were asserting dominance. "You're asking for it!" he shouted. I stepped back and tipped over the champagne tower beside me. The crisp, jaunty crash of expensive glasses shattering across the floor sounded like music. Damien froze and retreated from the spreading carpet of glass shards, along with several others. I stood amid the wreckage and pointed at these so-called heroes. "This is nothing more than a marriage of convenience to you, isn't it, Gabriel? Fine. Have each other as much as you want. Unlike you all, I don't mistake trash for gourmet food. There's n

Gabrielle moaned softly into his mouth as he circled her clit with practiced ease. “You’re soaked already,” Damien murmured against her lips. “Such a needy little mistress.” He slid two fingers inside her, curling them while his thumb continued working her clit. Gabrielle’s hips rocked against his hand, her breathing growing ragged. She glanced toward the front again. Julian’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Damien noticed and chuckled darkly. “You like that he’s watching, don’t you?” Gabrielle bit her lip and nodded. Damien withdrew his fingers and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them clean, tasting herself, while he unzipped his pants and freed his thick, hard cock.

And with that, I left you a present under the comforter in the guest room. Then I clicked the send button. A couple of minutes later, I received his reply. David: A panty? What is the meaning of this, Aeris? Aeris: That’s my gift for keeping me satisfied every night. Yes, David. I was awake those nights and I want you to know that I enjoyed it. In fact, I still crave for your cock at the moment. I even prepared myself for the ass fuck you have been whispering about last night. You’re a good fucker, David. Too bad I needed to go home early.

he demanded. ​"I can't stand that her scent is still in here!" Aurora cried dramatically, rushing to his side. "She usurped my place, yet she's playing the victim!" ​Damien’s eyes scanned the wreckage, settling on a small jade toad sculpture. Bending down to pick it up, he noticed the quirky little carving was winking and flashing a peace sign. A faint, involuntary smile tugged at his lips. ​Ignoring his shift in mood, Aurora marched over to the closet and yanked open a large storage container, revealing an impeccably tailored, high-grade men's suit. She let out a harsh laugh. "Is this a parting gift for her replacement husband? That woman is completely vile!"