Damaged Novels & Stories

King Damien was surprised when he saw the sincere worried expression Charlotte had . He expected her to be scared of him when she touched his hand and arm . He never thought that she would actually look worried . " Your arm.....you have a wound.......I am really sorry , your majesty . " said Charlotte with a guilty tone . Charlotte looked at the wound to check if it was too deep or not . Damien silently stared at her as she finished checking the wound . " It doesn't look deep but it is damaged on the surface . You have a little bruise too . " said Charlotte .

She exhaled a breath as she had already read the expressions on his face. "Then, explain why did you chose to stay behind and damage your own design?" He was certain that she would surpass all and won if it were not for her own doing, because there was no way someone could tamper with the jewellery models under the watch of CCTV camera. Only she could be this brave. "It isn't completely damaged, it broke. Just a little damage to the chain accidentally I guess when I was giving it a final touch?" "Your jewellery was made up from the pure materials and by one of the most finest jewellery craftsmanship. How could it be accidentally broken! A little damage is a no

Whether or not it was his own was a whole different question. His feet were caked with dried blood and dirt, with his shirt and jacket crumpled beside them. Stripes turned away from us with another sob and huddled against the corner to avoid facing responsibility. “Stripes” I started and heaved myself towards him “I know you’re upset, but it’s not the end of the world.” “It is” he whined “you’re injured, Cosmo is hurt too, and I have broken bones but… but…” he choked and pointed a shaky finger to his left where a wrapped package was lying against the wall.

Maybe he knew I would. I groan. God, what did he do to me. He has obviously scarred my sex life for me cause I won't be craving for any man anytime soon if it's not him. Oh poor Danny. I know he won't be able to ease the ache in between my legs anymore because Mr. Stranger scarred my sex life.

But with the damage he’d already done to my back, it would take me more than a week to get out of coma; enough time for Vandal to take care of me permanently. “Damien!” Vandal yelled as he held onto me with one hand while the other burned red hot only inches from my face. The heat was overwhelming. I could feel smoke rise from my skin, but it wasn’t burning yet. Damien rose from the floor slowly; his right arm had been seared raw, reduced to charred muscles and tendon cover bones that were visible in some places. I knew he was severely hurt, I could see it in his eyes how he was battling to stay conscious while his body wanted to shut down so it could repair itself.

He corrected himself, gritting the words. His breath started getting heavy. Instant fury enveloped him. He began to pace left and right, his uproarious eyes looking deep in thought. "Someone had touched you. Someone had touched my Hazel. She was handed to me with promise to protect her. She was to be protected. Someone had touched her." He was murmuring in between his walk, hands interlocking in back of his neck as he let out a deranged growl. "I WILL FUCKING SHRED HIM INTO PIECES. I WILL FUCKING TEAR THAT BASTARD APART!"

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?"

'You are nothing but a regret', 'I need you no more', 'You are useless', "I'm not! I'm not! aaaahhh!!" I scream and break down onto Clara's laps. I can't hold it. I'm not a regret. I'm not useless. I'm needed, if not by him, but the one who needs me will find me. He is nothing but a liar. It's so fucked up. "I really wanted us to last." I cry. "Why did he have to do all that."

Zeke’s wounds are severe, including a nasty gash across his chest that is open, oozing thick rivers of red in between the muscles of his abdomen. “Zeke!” Matilda cried, speeding the rest of our descent towards them as she pulled me along. Stood together in the cold grey foyer, surrounded by silver daggers “Oh goddess!” “Hey Matilda,” he said with a soft tilt of his head. “I’m confused as fuck but I’m happy you’re safe.” “You need stitching up! Look at all that blood!” “I’ll be fine,” Zeke huffed, puffing out his chest like it didn’t hurt.

It was as if my whole world just flashed before my eyes. Now everything I had, is lost. "ROSE?" Roderigo called out with fear, surprised. "Rose," Jade with a smirk. "Traitors!!!" I sobbed.