Damaged Goods Dramione Novels & Stories

Dante was clearing the living room and setting it all up. Damitri got a list of things we would need and left to the store to get it all before she got home. We checked and the movie they went to see is about a two hour movie so we should have enough time to get it all ready. "Liam text that they will be here sooner because our girl felt dizzy and dosn't feel good" Damitri says walking into the living room and setting the bags down on the couch.

said Charlotte . " Exactly ! Just what are you doing ?! " asked Damien . " I am behaving well . This is an extra present . No need to include it in my behavior . After all we are married and we need to.....try and be good to each other . " said Charlotte with a smile . " I am definitely convinced now . " said Damien with a serious expression . " Convinced of what ? " asked Charlotte confused . " Princess , are you perhaps retarded ?! I heard that the doctor checked your ankle . He should give you a brain check-up too ! " asked Damien with a serious expresison .

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 🌹 The weight of betrayal sat heavy on my chest. The past few days had been a whirlwind of chaos—public backlash, financial losses, and desperate damage control. Every time we thought we had a grip on the situation, something new surfaced, threatening to pull us under. And now, standing in Damien’s penthouse, I could feel the walls closing in on us. Across from me, Damien was seated at his desk, his face illuminated by the glow of his laptop screen. His jaw was set, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard as he analyzed the latest reports on Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.

Both men then walked back in silence. They arrived at the scene where Ariel was being treated by the doctors and discovered that it was clustered now with men of the pack standing and watching as the doctors tried to save Ariel ’s life. Damien and Alex got closer to the crowd and they immediately moved away for them to pass, their eyes now fixed on their Alpha. The doctors had done good work in trying to save her because even though unconscious now, they seemed to have successfully stabilized her by flushing out the Wolfsbane from her bloodstream. When Damien laid eyes on Ariel , he became heartbroken at her condition and started to blame himself again for what had happened.

Everyone gasped. ''Lay low on the girl, its not her fault'' Damian coughed lazily, eyes fixated on his food. ''How can you tell me to lay low when this-....worm intentionally destroyed a dress she could never afford!'' Me? A worm? ''You are creating a scene, I think you should leave...'' ”No, I’m not leav-…” ''....Now!....'' Damian barked almost loosing his patience. Almost. She hissed loudly and stomped off like some kind of teenage girl with that red haired girl following closely behind.

When we hurried to the pack infirmary, I saw Damine slumped on a stone bench outside the treatment room. His black tactical vest was stained with large patches of darkened blood and grayish marks from silver toxin burns. His sweat-soaked black hair clung to his forehead. The light in his eyes was gone, filled with panic and helplessness. He was slumped forward, his back curved. I had never seen him look so broken. Sofia's friends immediately rushed forward to ask what happened.

The stare he gave Draco made Draco realize he was not ready to answer such a question. “I’m sorry, I will go back to my room now.” Draco said to Damien and walked out of Damien's room. Damien was quiet and dropped the papers as well. He feels it is a scar he will never forget and it’s better he doesn't talk about it. ********************* “Wood.” Rose screamed as she saw how beautiful Kimberly looked in her red dress. “How do I look?” Kimberly asked her. “You look beautiful.” Rose said to Kimberly and the other maids that were dressing her were also in agreement to what Rose said.

"I'm just following orders from my new boss, We need Damien weak and vulnerable." Through the growing fog in my mind, I struggled to understand. "What do you mean?" Sloane knelt on my other side, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Damien's warehouse of products is on fire right now and when he goes to save it, he'll find more enemies waiting to kill him." And since you're a witch with all that bond together thingy and half of his powers belonging to you, he'll get weak and boom!” “He gets killed.” Elena added and I gasped in shock.

he said brightly, crouching down to Draco’s level, “how about a game of catch? Let’s give your mom a break before she starts plotting our collective murders.” Draco’s eyes lit up instantly. “Really? Outside?” “Outside,” Nico confirmed, flashing a grin. “Fresh air, sunshine, and a chance for me to show off my world-class throwing arm.” Elena’s lips curved into a small, grateful smile. She met Nico’s gaze, her voice soft. “Thank you, Nico.” He winked at her. “Anytime, sweetheart.” The soft sound of something snapping made them both turn. Damien’s pen had broken cleanly in half between his fingers. Ink pooled across the page of the report he wasn’t really reading. His jaw clenched, eyes fixed o