Damaged Like Us Novels & Stories

We needed to win him over and with him on our side, we would find other allies more easily. “Damien, what is going on?” I inquired. In my mind, I was already prepared for the worst. The worst being that we would not be able to get over this barrier and have to return from whence we came. This was not the first time I received bad news, in fact ever since my mate rejected me it seems I have been overloaded in bad news. Such that, I feel like I have mastered the art of receiving bad news.

Trust should be tested by challenges not simple acts of kindness. “Damien, can you not ruin the mood? I am starving and really want to eat. Peacefully” Lamar fumed. “Was just worried,” Damien defended. “It’s fine, bro. I understand” I smiled at Damien and continued with my food. Damien’s words rang in my heart until we finished our meals and left the table.

“But I don’t know how to rebuild. The empire, my family’s debts, all of it—it’s too much.” Damian took my hand gently, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in a soft, reassuring motion. “We can start over. It doesn’t matter what we lost, Naomi. We’re alive, and that’s all that matters now. We’re broken, but we’re not defeated.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, not because I didn’t believe him, but because I knew how fragile that belief was. The world had fallen apart, and I could almost hear the pieces of it scattered in the wind. Damian’s company, his wealth—everything he’d worked so hard to build—was gone. Stripped away by the lies, betrayal, and ruthless enemies who had nothing to lo

I just couldn't hold back anymore. I felt so hurt but my heart was hurt even more.. “ Of course…” Damian calmly answered and I pounced at him angrily.. “you're a monster! I hate you so much!” I kept punching his chest ignoring the fact that he was injured… He grabbed my hands and stopped me from hitting him.. “You're the one to talk… What do we call your fathers who sold my family's information to the Yakuza in Japan and my entire family ended up getting burned alive while I was made to watch?” Damian was also angry as he spoke as I was at a loss of words..

Victor Kane had tried to destroy us with the video. Instead, Damien had used the night to remind me exactly who I belonged to — body, heart, and soul. Tomorrow we would face the world together. Tonight, I had been beautifully, completely ruined. And I had never felt more alive.

“Sound off if you can move.” Voices answered. Weak but present. People pulling themselves up. Helping each other. Pack instinct overrides individual pain. Damien limped over. His leg was bleeding. Deep gash. But he was grinning. “That was insane. Completely insane. You’re insane.” “Did it work? Is everyone okay?” “Mostly. Some broken bones. Burns. Cuts.” He looked around. “Could have been so much worse.” The ringing in my ears started fading. Other sounds are filtering through. Sirens outside. People shouting. The crackle of small fires.

Mister Yair checked Damian with medical equipment and soon came to a conclusion. "Mister Yair, how is Damian?" Patrick blurted out asking. "If I'm not mistaken, Damian has been attacked and suffered damages to his nerves in the past, which worsen over time, rendering him immobile," Mister Yair said confidently. "Yes, that's right. I've indeed suffered injuries before at the hands of the Libertons." Damian nodded. The Libertons were the Scammells' competitors in business and Damian had been involved in a conflict with the Libertons two years ago, which ended with him being injured by a few Libertons. Since then, he started experiencing discomfort in his legs, which progressed into a complete

After Adam left my room, Damien came back in and asked, "Well, did it work better this time?" I smiled, "A lot better, actually. I put it in a way that I hadn't before. So, how long have I been out?" He replied, "You've only been out for a day. Leah said you had a lot of pretty bad injuries. One of your ribs punctured your lung, so she had to fix it. She also had to set your leg and arm. You also have a cracked skull". I cringed, "No wonder I have a killer headache. Leah must have had some pretty bad flashbacks seeing me like that". He coaxed, "Actually, she told me I need to get you and Kayla to my pack as soon as possible. She said you two aren't safe here anymore. What do you think?"

Damian's voice echoed, strong and commanding. Our team retreated, laying down suppressive fire to cover our exit. I leaned on Damian, each step a battle against the encroaching darkness. --- Damian's Perspective Elara's injury ignited a fury within me unlike any I'd ever known. As we retreated to our safe house, I barked orders, ensuring our wounded received immediate attention. Elara's condition was critical, and we couldn't risk moving her to a hospital. "Stay with me," I murmured, gripping her hand as our medic worked to stabilize her.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want that." "Yeah, you are right. You might start a fistfight." I couldn't help my laugh at her words. "So, what is our damage?" She asked. “Three hundred and ninety thousand dollars." Franco announced. "Oh wow, I thought it would have been more than that. I was sweaty to hear the price." She laughed. When they left, Franco hurried over to lock the door. "Can we please go home?" He said. At the same time, I said. "Well, that was a disaster."