Damaged Like Us Novels & Stories

I sighed. "Want my help?" he asked. "What?" "Do you want me to help look for your friend?" I couldn't believe how calm he looked when he asked. "Are you kidding? You could get hurt," I said. He rolled his eyes. "Evelyn, let me let you in on a little secret. The thing about us immortals is that we don't 'get hurt' very easily." "But you still can get hurt. Especially if you go out where there are hunters armed with the most deadly poison we have," I said. "And I know all about immortals. I am immortal."

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“Welcome to school, where drama is currency and Zane is gold. And you, unfortunately, just got cashed in.” “I didn’t do anything wrong.” “You don’t have to. Zane and Amaya were the kind of messy that never dies. They broke up last semester, but half the school’s still obsessed with them. You accidentally walked into their fire.” “Great,” Maya muttered. “I just wanted to keep my head down.” Kennedy glanced around the room and leaned closer. “Then you better get used to ducking. Because the vultures are already circling.”

"I'm sorry." Marcus looked at her, his gaze intense. "I never thought I could love again. But with you, Clara... things are different." Clara's heart skipped a beat. "Marcus, I…" It was as though there was an earthquake accompanied by a rowdy roar echoed everywhere in the forest. They stood firm, their senses on intense alert. "Liam!" Marcus shouted, his voice urgent. "What's happening?" Liam appeared, his expression grim. "The rival pack. They're attacking."

“Can you please tell me everything that happened after Damian came here?” “Damian was really hurt. He looked so bad and he said his dad did it and he was coming to attack the pack. That his brother helped him escape. He was so upset. His dad had beat him before, but not like this. Not this close to killing him.” Kane said, looking sad and shaking his head, thinking about how someone could hurt his own child so fucking badly.

Mickey My life was a mess. I was beating myself up everyday and at the same time was still trying to put myself together over what happened. But still, I could not stop thinking about that text message that I have received. All day, it played on in my mind, causing havoc within me. The words kept burning inside of me like they had been carved into my skin. "I can help you get the post taken down. Meet me. You know where. If you don’t, the next post will be worse."

"I don't know if we can ever get past all the hurt." "Neither do I" Damian said. "But I want to try.”

Let her break down in my arms where no one else could see. "I'm sorry," she gasped when she finally calmed. "I'm such a mess." "You're my mess," I said. "And I love every broken piece of you." "How?" She pulled back to look at me. "How can you love someone this damaged?" "Because you're not damaged." I cupped her face. "You're healing. There's a difference. Damaged implies broken beyond repair, but you're not broken, Beatrice. You're wounded. And wounds heal given time and care."

"A drive it is." The car pulled smoothly out of the parking lot. The Chicago skyline drifted by. "Damien," I said suddenly. "Hmm?" "Why do you like me?" I looked at him. "A person as messed up as me." "Messed up?" Damien laughed. "How are you messed up?" "I'm cold, vengeful, I have a lot of issues." "You went through hell and you didn't just survive. You came out stronger," Damien countered. "That's not messed up, Rosabella. That's power. And that's what I want by my side."

Mel continues, brushing crumbs from her lips, “how are the other two doing?” “Fucking hungover,” Jackson says gleefully, like he’s enjoying their suffering. “Ilkay’s okay, but Logan’s wrecked. Sick as a dog, confused, doesn’t remember shit. Kiara made him a smoothie, and now he’s sleeping it off.” “How are you feeling?” Lee asks Damion. Damion glares, dark circles shadowing his eyes. “Like a bear knocked me out so a rat could chew on my balls.” Lee chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Well, you had a few needles stuck in you.”