Damaged Like Us Novels & Stories

“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.

Still breaking. And Damien was nowhere near finished ruining me.

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

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.

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

I smiled. "Really and I bet it's hurt, isn't it?" she asked. "Yes, it is" I replied and called Matteo to bring it over. He brought it to us and Amelia analyzed it, she went in search of a med kit while we waited. "He is just like me, he got abandoned and abused," said Matteo with a teary eye. His words sent a pang of hurt through my chest. "And he got welcomed into a beautiful home where he will never be hurt again" I cracked. I embraced him in a hug as we both cuddled with the kitten.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

But this… This g*ddamn– “Ouch!”