Damaged Like Us Novels & Stories

Here, the only noise came from the wind and the slow hum of living. Damian moved through the house like a ghost trying to remember how to be human. His bandages were gone now, though his left arm still trembled when he tried to lift heavy things. Sometimes, when the light hit him a certain way, I saw the faint silver line that ran down his chest—the scar the world would never know he carried. I woke up to the smell of burnt toast one morning and found him frowning at the toaster like it had personally wronged him. “I told you not to leave it on five,” I said, laughing before I could stop myself.

It was the sweetest thing I had ever heard from him and I want to cherish that memory forever. We've been away from the Pack for a while due to the whole incident and Ethan's getting a little antsy and wants to return as soon as possible. I suffered a fracture in both legs due to the falling debris so it would be impossible to walk for a while, trying to even stand was hell. I learnt my lesson eventually but still tried everything to get better quickly. Despite the healing ability of being a werewolf, I still couldn't cheat nature and needed enough time to heal so Ethan suggested returning to the Pack and getting better there so we're leaving today.

Daniel smiles profusely after responding. “You and that babe, you guys are too small, oh, we in ss3 never entered into intimate friendship and you already have a babe in ss1”. (At this stage, they laughed and gathered their properties and boxes because it was already time to go down for a bike to their house). *****

Calista asked. In her daze, she almost thought that she had misheard him. Theodore stayed silent for a moment, his voice carrying a rare hint of guilt. "Ave's arm was injured in the explosion. She didn't want a scar, and since your skin tone is the closest match, we took a graft from you for the transplant." Calista stared at him in disbelief. "Theodore, did you even ask me?" He tried to soothe her. "I'll make it up to you. Haven't you always wanted to go on a date with me? Once you're discharged—"

Inside was a single ultrasound image — clearly stolen from my last doctor’s visit — with red marker scrawled across it: *“This one dies first.”* Damian wasn’t bluffing. The public shame we’d inflicted on his allies had only made the devil more determined to destroy us. And the final war was now racing toward us at full speed.

she breathed, venom-made words landing between us. “I can tell you never wanted me on it,” I said. “You wanted someone else, and I don’t mind whoever it was, but I am the perfect choice. You know that.” I smiled at her. Being venomous with my words will make us equal, it wasn't my style. I knew the right words and the subtle way to say it so she will go mad with anger.

Memories of her and Rico were flooding in, memories that hurt her so much but she felt nothing! “Fuck, I’m damaged.”

that is what he said, as he dragged me by the arm. I had signed my soul to the devil, as I got shoved into his black SUV and driven out of the neighborhood I've called home all my eighteen years of living. Three hours later we were riding through black steel gates, the fencing dangerously high with bobwires. Let's just say the experience I had eleven years ago was traumatic. We…I was stripped off all dignity and rewired into a pawn that served the government of Germany.

My body is numb with worry about what's to come as I hear foorsteps in the hallway and I take a deep breath. Can't show him fear. The door violently swings open and I jump a little before standing as still as I can. My heart is beating a thousand miles an hour as I hear the door slam again. "Do you know bad you just fucked me over?" He says in a deadly low voice. The hair on the back of my neck stand up and I feel tingles all over my body. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID!?" "I'm sorry." I whisper and he slams his hand down on the table. "Shut up. You already ruined everything." He says and I hold my breath, too afraid to say anything else.