Damaged Novelas e Histórias

“Hope we will see you tomorrow,?“.Kaka asked Victoria laughed. “Do you want to see me?“. She dropped the comment “Yes of course, who doesn't want to?“. Daniel cut in with his voice. “Awwwww!!“. she screamed. “ Is that Daniel?“. She asked. “It's the small boy”. Kaka takes back the phone. “Common give him the phone”. She commanded Kaka. Kaka gave the phone to Daniel. “Sweetheart, hope you are doing well?“. Victoria pets him. “Yes dear, just a little dislocation on the left hand, I will be fine for the final on Saturday”. Daniel answered. “Okay dear, I will see you all tomorrow”. Victoria assured them and cut the call. ****

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Tell me what did your dad do to you? (Amy) Mom, ever since you divorced dad, dad has been bringing different women home each and every day. When I protest he beats me until I can't move. He even lost his job, he become a drunkard. The worst part is... Tears started flowing down her face. (Roslyn) WHAT DID HE DO?

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

I honestly don't know what I keep expecting from him but if this is what marriage is well I have to take what I'm offered besides I was just collateral damage. ‎

Esme's POV It had been over a week since I woke up. I suffered second degree burns in different parts of my body, my back was mostly affected but they've all healed completely. My ability to heal really quickly stunned the doctor and she said not to worry about the scars because they would smoothen over time. She also provided an ointment made with a rare herb which would help with the discoloration.

Also, what was the consequence of my sort offer? Decisively, the damn deceiver took the primary risk to get away, she even attempted to cut me to death … This happens when I'm excessively kind! Cara's cerebrum bubbled in rage, Songbird's blow had straightforwardly punctured her spine. In spite of the fact that Leaves had the option to mend rapidly recuperate her injuries with spices, Cara's lower body was as yet deadened and with next to no inclination.

Arrya began to cry due to the pain. Damien immediately wake up.. "Wife..omg! You awake!!" Damien was so happy. "Why is my left arm wrapped.it hurt badly babe.Awwccchh!!" She began to cry again. "Sorry… you broke it wife, you fell from stairs and broke your arm" Damien try to explain cleaning her tears. Arrya tried to remember,she knew they had a little intimacy and he left her to make something for her to eat, so she tried going to meet him and... "Awch. Are my head baby arrr!" Arrya scream in pain. Damien was confused so he quickly pressed the red button close to her bed for the doctor attention.

My frown deepened as I studied him from head to toe. “Look at you. You’re hurt,” I said softly, unable to mask the worry in my voice. “Can we do something to heal your wounds?” Damien shrugged, his expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But I’m sure these wounds will pass.” As if to emphasize his point—or perhaps contradict it—he suddenly collapsed onto the cold ground. My breath hitched as I watched his eyes flutter closed. “Damn,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “My job is getting harder now for some reason.”

Robert says, and Josie pulls her mouth from Luke’s to look at the damage and begin healing it. “Fuck that hurt,” Luke hisses as his body trembles.