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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—"

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.

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.

Someone like you definitely doesn't deserve my son Damien So make sure to stay clear. “I was completely left shocked and confused.

Leo opens the box." Leo looked at the camera and waved with his apple. Marcus cut the feed instantly. THE QUIET ROOM I found Damian in the recovery room. He was awake, propped up, watching the news on a tablet. "They're calling it 'The Miracle of the North'," Damian grunted. "They say a freak magnetic storm disabled the invasion." "Let them believe it," I said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Better a storm than a boy god." "How is he?" Damian asked.

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They are also stronger than the pack members. Hope you understand, and sure I might have missed some, but as the story goes on, you can ask when ever you don't understand. So this is it, now let's get started. Grab you popcorns. You can grab a cup for me too. Send it via Email. BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED. (Warning this book contains some violence scenes, curse words and possessiveness. Just so you know.) For those of you who read my previous book, The good girl's upgrade and decided to cheek this one out thank you alot.

Mia puts her phone down and gazes at his stretched-out figure, her grey eyes gleaming. ROMAN'S POV He wakes up to the smell of chicken soup. The bandage on his wound has been cleaned and replaced. It still hurts when he moves but he has suffered injuries worse than this. Compared to those, this is like an insect bite. Mia is nowhere to be found. He hopes she left for work and not to see Killian. He doesn't know when his hate for his brother's best friend started but even before the incident, he never liked him. Even more so after the girl was found dead. It seems to Roman that Killian accepted easily that Joshua, his brother, did it. If he really knew his brother, he would have more question

“It sounded like you both bonded over it.” “Damien and I. We are like fire and gasoline, sometimes we woke together to get to what we want and most times, we burn each other, right now the only memories we have are the hurtful ones and mom was the only one that could handle Damien, with her gone; he is going to do whatever he feels like doing, he is going to be worse than I thought he is.”