Damaged Like Us Novels & Stories

I smiled out of nowhere before whipping my tears as I inhaled a large amount of breath. "Just e-enjoy your life Maru, just e-enjoy." I shuttered as I fell and cried. I want to be strong, I don't want my sister to see me like this. I want to look tough but I just can't, some of my tears are traitors that keep on falling from nowhere! From all of the crying time, I spent time with myself and my head started to hurt. It hurts like hell, I feel like someone is smashing my brain. I can't take it but I can't make any noise, I don't wanna wake my sister up.

"Kendrick, Garry...they messed me up. Bad. You saw what I was like when I first got here. And your family, what if they think I’m just some pathetic charity case you’re trying to fix?" Damien raised a brow. "Are you done?" My lips parted. "I…" "Because if you’re waiting for me to agree with any of that," He said, voice calm but with that signature sharpness that always made my breath catch, "you’ll be sitting here all damn day." I blinked, unsure what to say. "You’re not broken," He continued, leveling me with a look. "You’re human. You survived. You adapted. You didn’t crumble. You’re here, aren’t you?"

she seethed with rage “If you were paying any attention to where you were going you would not have hit me. You should be grateful it was my back and not a tree.” “Why you -”

shoe lady said to Cameron, Morana was about to reply when Cameron stepped in front of her “She isn’t my mate, and I don’t think Alpha would like you talking to her like this. “The bitch dislocated my jaw” And now it seems to have healed, you’ll live

“William, Damian, please, I’m begging you!” Their laughter was a knife to my heart. Damian shoved me to my knees, the impact sending a jolt of agony through my injured ankle. I bit back a scream, fear drowning out the pain. This was it—the night I would break, the night I would be used and discarded like garbage.

He burst into tears, shouting, "I’m not a bad kid! I didn’t lie! Miss Summers said it! She even gave me some butterscotch candies and told me not to tell anyone else. I even shared two pieces with Lily from next door!" The words struck like a hammer, leaving Julia speechless.

in masquerade ball party that was now happening in New York My eye remained glued to a NEWS channel that was shattering public image of Knight family. As I was focused on video Mr Kashimora suddenly said something in his language, hearing which I turned to Mikhle … Mikhle looked baffled at his words, he cleared his throat twice before he translated “MR. Ethan, this was so disgraceful to watch…. I don’t think after seeing suck sensitive video…. we could be able to collaborate and proceed with our plan… We here in Japan are very sensitive to such susceptible….. and this collaboration could harm our own hard build reputation in market”

Damien I slammed the door open harder than I meant to, the bang echoing like a goddamn starter pistol, and there they were on the couch like some shitty Hallmark movie gone wrong, Alex all winced up and sore, Jax practically in his lap with that bandaged hand between them like it was some trophy for playing hero.

“I’m okay. I needed it too. Needed to feel you. Needed to feel like we’re still us. Even with everything going on. Even with the world watching.” Damien fixed Kai’s clothes. He straightened his own. “We are still us. No matter what they say. No matter what they see. We’re us. And I love you. I love you so much it makes me crazy sometimes.” Kai smiled. He touched Damien’s face. “I love you too. Crazy and all. Let’s go back down there. Let’s show them we’re not ashamed. Let’s show them we’re strong together.” Damien took his hand. “Together. Always.”

“She told me… she told me about my dad. How I was working so hard to pay for his medical bills. She said… she said you only loved damaged women. That they make you feel powerful. That I’m just a broken thing you want to fix.” The words were a physical punch to Damian. His face went white, a profound and horrifying rage crossing his features. The muscles in his neck and jaw stood out, stark against his pale skin. He was silent for a long moment, the air thick with his fury, before he pulled out his phone.