Damaged Novels & Stories

“I got this” I feel defeated and I leave the room as Meme returns into the room with the clothes for Loyalty. Some of the women have started cleaning Sofie’s splattered blood from the walls and floor, and I sink onto the couch. “Man, she fucking tore Sofie up”, says Dan.

I focused on the area as if trying to see through his shirt like an x-ray machine, looking to see any sign of trauma. Damian ignored my gaze and sat down on the bed next to me. "I'm ok." He replied, answering my unasked question. I cocked my head to him as if doubting his response. Damian offered me his signature half-smile before holding my hands. "I promise. I'm ok. Kayden had me checked over. It was a clean in and out. No arteries or intestines were injured. It's just a bit sore but other than that I'm fine."

Martin asked. Damian shook his head. "They're alive," he said. "They're just unconscious." Martin frowned. "You mean that they're injured?" "Yeah," Damian said. "They're wounded pretty badly but they shouldn't die." "Is there anything we can do to help them?" Martin asked. Damian shook his head. "No," he said. "They were hit by an arrow and some rocks." "Well, what about you?" Martin asked. "Do you need any help?"

Gemma said. "What? She works in the same office as Eric? She's great" "Great or stupid? Yes of course that's a crazy decision, she could have hurt herself. She worked without a blocker like you, maybe her first day there was the worst" Gemma said. "Are you guys still in touch?" Cara said. "No, after breaking up he really ignored me, I don't know, maybe he has found his mate" Gemma said. "I'm sorry Gemma" Cara said.

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ZADE. I leave the house once I’ve showered, trying to get in contact with Damien again. I get on my bike, wondering if something has happened to him when he calls back. I pick up not answering just in case it’s not him and wait for him to speak first. “Boss.” He’s fine and alone. “Where have you been?” “I got attacked… I’m ok, but I’ve lost a lot of blood. I managed to escape and get home, but… I’m not sure what it is but I ain't healing.”

I wake up extremely late the next day. And bump my head against the headboard, followed by a loud groan. I think that is the moment Robert stirs awake. But I am already stumbling off the bed. Sheet hooking around my ankle, and I stumble over, hands thrown forward to prevent my face from crashing against the white tiles. Left hip coming into contact with the hard floor. A sharp jolt of pain cruise through my entire left leg. Omph!

My body is numb with worry about what's to come as I hear foorsteps in the hallway and I take a deep breath. Can't show him fear. The door violently swings open and I jump a little before standing as still as I can. My heart is beating a thousand miles an hour as I hear the door slam again. "Do you know bad you just fucked me over?" He says in a deadly low voice. The hair on the back of my neck stand up and I feel tingles all over my body. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID!?" "I'm sorry." I whisper and he slams his hand down on the table. "Shut up. You already ruined everything." He says and I hold my breath, too afraid to say anything else.

Mira Three months had slipped by in a blur. Today made it exactly three months since I last saw Henry’s face on my phone screen—three months without a single call from the bastard. I’d begun to heal from the heartbreak. It had taken a toll on me in more ways than I could count, nearly breaking me mentally. I stood in front of the mirror, staring hard at my reflection. I saw a woman who was smart at everything—except when it came to making the simple, better decision to walk away from a toxic relationship. I’d been blind to lies that had been staring me right in the face.

He was utterly broken. “I’m sorry for causing you too much pain. I didn’t mean to destroy your relationship with Nikky.” I rushed to apologize without giving him a minute to get a hold of himself. Dr. Dane said nothing. Instead, he dropped to his chair, his hand met his face, and he wiped it with his palm, trying to act like the man he was.