Damaged Novels & Stories

A broken lamp. And smashed it into his face. Glass exploded. The wolf howled. She kicked. Hard. He stumbled. Damien was on him a second later. Silence fell. Not peace. Aftermath. Damien shifted back. Breathing hard. Blood streaked down his arms. Not his. He rushed to Lia. Dropped to his knees. “You hurt?” She shook her head. Tears streamed. He grabbed her. Pulled her into him. Hard. Not gentle. Desperate.

They spotted the blood trail immediately. The driver saw them too. Her expression changed when she noticed the guns. Without another word, she slammed her foot on the gas. The cab shot forward just as one of the men reached for the door. Damien collapsed against the backseat, breathing heavily. The silver still burned inside him, preventing his body from healing. If he did not remove it, the damage would worsen. As the cab sped through the streets, he slipped his hand beneath his blood-soaked shirt. The wound was hot and slick. He pressed his fingers into it, ignoring the white-hot pain that radiated outward.

"Then what is the point, because I'm genuinely struggling to follow the logic of being furious at me for an accident." "The point," Ivy said, setting down the coffee she hadn't even had a chance to pour yet, "is that you have an entire team whose job is to replace anything that breaks in this house within the hour. You don't actually know what it feels like when something you can't easily replace gets damaged, because nothing in your life has ever stayed broken long enough for you to sit with it." Something flickered across Damien's face at that, quick and sharp, closer to genuine hurt than she'd expected her words to land.

The rogues remaining alive run off. We survey the damage and are glad to see there are only minor injuries and no losses. We rush back to the car to take Evelyn to the pack hospital. I can feel Erik’s worry and it is written all over his face. On the way I stay connected with Evelyn lessening her pain as much as I can in my fatigued state. We get to the pack hospital and get Evelyn checked out. Thank goddess the baby was okay. Evelyn however needed her wounds cleaned and would be on crutches until the wounds healed. Luckily the doctor says there was only minor muscle damage from the bite.

They are also stronger than the pack members. Hope you understand, and sure I might have missed some, but as the story goes on, you can ask when ever you don't understand. So this is it, now let's get started. Grab you popcorns. You can grab a cup for me too. Send it via Email. BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED. (Warning this book contains some violence scenes, curse words and possessiveness. Just so you know.) For those of you who read my previous book, The good girl's upgrade and decided to cheek this one out thank you alot.

Inside Art Trading Corporation, Fiora returned to the office and drank a cup of water to calm her restless heart. She kept telling herself that nothing would happen to her. Everything was handled perfectly, and there would never be any flaws. About twenty minutes later, Damian returned. Damian had injured himself so much that his body was covered with wounds and blood was all over it. He looked as if he had just been in a fight and barely escaped. He exchanged glances with Fiora, and they understood each other’s feelings.

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

"I'm just glad to see you're well rested after this last week." I point to my mouth and Jessie chokes quietly, "We tried to remove it before I went to sleep. You almost went into respiratory arrest. Your seatbelt cracked one of your ribs and it knicked your lung. It still needs healing before we take it out." I nod lightly. "When can I see the girls," I sign as tears fill my eyes. "Are the girls here," Jessie asks in a choked whisper. "No, but I can have Sarah bring them," my mother says softly and I nod.

Zadicus released his dark powers fully to stop the intense impact of the attack yet gained a deep scar on his arm. The impact of the spell broke everything around it, spreading profound energies everywhere, making everyone feel the horror of their fight. Destroying everything around them.

Letting the cold water flush out his wounds, he realized that his right eye still didn't clear up. Damien slowly turned his head to look at the wound in his side. He could see the shattered remnants of three ribs poking out of the gaping wound. The flesh and muscle shredded by the impact of a hollow point rifle bullet. Oh, this is bad, he thought to himself. No wonder he couldn't get his lungs clear of blood.