Damaged Goods Dramione Novels & Stories

“Don’t touch that!” The sound echoed sharp. That was it. Aria grabbed the plate beside the pot and knocked it to the floor. It shattered. Food splashed everywhere. “Stop it!” Clara screamed. Aria shouted back, her voice cracking. “This food is drugged! You hear me? Drugged!” She turned toward the hallway. “Damien! Damien, come here now!” Clara stumbled back like she’d been pushed. “What is wrong with you?” Footsteps came fast. Damien appeared in the doorway already tense, face tight, eyes dark.

he dropped everything and headed for the exit "Did I not make myself clear? To a mere maid like yourself, it is not permitted to trespass through this door!" Damon, upon hearing what he said, clenched his hands and opened the door, and upon seeing Elevena lying on the ground, he immediately closed the door behind him. Her feet were badly injured and bleeding, and as a result of falling, her elbows received significant and painful bruises. Both of the guards were laughing at her, but as soon as Damon came out, they stopped laughing and turned silent. They were proud, and they thought that their master would be pleased to see that they didn't let this maid bother him. As they said, "Master, we

“Good day Miss Bennett.” “Mr. Wells,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. I had spent the day reviewing every scrap of information I could find on Hart Global and its tangled family dynamics, but nothing prepared me for the gravity of this room. The air felt thicker here, charged with secrets and high-stakes decisions. Damien remained by the window, his silhouette outlined against the glittering skyline. He didn't turn immediately, but his presence dominated the space. “Thank you for coming,” he said quietly, his deep voice cutting through the tension.

The door was cracked open. Damian froze. He pushed the door wider. Chaos. Our room was a wreck. The mattress was torn. Drawers overturned. Clothing strewn like confetti. One of my dresses had been slashed through the middle, and my mirror—the antique one he had gifted me—had a deep, jagged crack. I stared, unable to process. “What the hell,” I whispered. Damian was already storming inside. “GUARDS!” They appeared within seconds, scrambling into formation.

“Here you go, Damien. Thought you might need this after today.” “Thanks, Amanda,” Damien replied absentmindedly, almost taking a sip of the whiskey. Just as he was about to drink, Damien noticed his drink needed more ice and called out to Martha, who was nearby. “Martha, could you bring some more ice, please?” Damien requested politely. Martha nodded, hurrying over to the drinks trolley with a tray of ice cubes. In her haste, she accidentally bumped the tray against the glass, causing the drink to spill onto the table. Amanda watched in dismay as her carefully laid plan began to unravel before her eyes.

The gesture put a small smile on Damien’s face as they walked into the mall. The lights of the mall pierced into Arya’s eyes and she squinted, but her eyes widened again, darting around the place. It was almost empty even if it wasn’t yet midnight. Pretty dresses and cosmetics filled the front row, making Arya run to them. She picked up a nude bow and raised it to the light. She smiled, bringing it down and ran to another row. The sales assistant strolled towards Damien as he watched his wife. “Sir, is she the one?” she had a distinguished British accent, matched with a poker face.

He ordered and she looked at him with raised eyebrows. She gave him her mobile and he downloaded the game and started playing. "Kids nowadays..." She mumbled and looked at her book again. Skyler and rose looked at the door when they saw the door opening. It was damian. Both of them ignored him and continued to do their work. Damian placed the first aid kit on the table and sat beside rose. He snatched the book away from her hands and inspected the wounds. "I am fine..." She pulled her hands away from his.

"Wow! Was that you? What just happened? That was intense!" "Yes, that was from me. I'm not absolutely certain, but I think maybe Damien might have done something to me when he was in my mind. He told me that he had made some changes in my mind and that he accidentally did too much once, and then had to go back and fix what he 'broke'. Those are his words, not mine. That's not all, marie." Elena thought more about what else had been going on with her this morning.

SShe could have sworn she heard a scoff coming from Damien as she saw his figure disappearing in front of her. Bidding Richard goodbye in a hurry she went up the room to see the room in a mess. Everything was turned up side down Broken glass were everywhere and it was all thanks to Damien who In his anger continued to break more glasses worth millions of dollars. " What's going on?" She asked but got no response. When she stepped closer, she felt a pain prick her feet and she let a loud scream falling to the ground. Her voice and her face contouring in pain brought him back to his senses, going to her he took a good look at her feet to draw out the glass which was stuck there.

Luckily the doctor says there was only minor muscle damage from the bite. We decide to leave the pack hospital and go back to the pack house to debrief with the other packs and Alphas. Chris and I are going up to our rooms when the door to the Alpha and Luna suite opens and out comes Oliver and Isabelle. Then out of nowhere pain surges through me as I feel something snap like a cable breaking under tension. I struggle to stay conscious as darkness blurs around the edges of my vision. Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain.