Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

I ran back toward the SUVs, carrying my world in my arms. “You’re safe,” I whispered into her hair as the rain hit us, washing away the blood but not the horror. “I’ve got you, Eliana. I’ve got you.” She didn’t answer. Her head fell limp against my shoulder. I climbed into the back of the SUV. “Go!” I screamed at Damien. As the car tore away from the warehouse, leaving the sirens and the violence behind, I looked down at the woman I loved. She was broken. Bleeding.

Everything Liam Vidal –Jacob Cullen– had done; Winter’s accident, Patrick’s murder, and even Michael’s death, it couldn’t be that he’d done it all just to get revenge on Gerald, could it? “Gerald, I think we need to start going back to the city. What we have is enough to make Vidal rot in jail for the rest of his life. Besides, the ladies must be worried sick about us,” Damian said. Gerald nodded, still in a daze. Damian turned to Matamoros who was still smoking and staring at them expressionlessly. “Which reminds me, where are our phones?” “I didn’t want anyone tracking this location, so I burned them along with the bastards who attacked me.”

“Stop pestering me. Can’t you see I’m busy?” Victor was thoroughly shaken. “Don’t tell me… you’re the legendary T?” Suzy just shot him a look before turning back to her work. The dashcam had indeed been tampered with, and though she could recover some of the data, it would take time. She restored part of it and copied the rest to her device for later. Once she finished, Suzy packed up and approached Victor. “Go ahead and tell Dylan whatever you want. As for the consequences…” She left the rest unsaid, giving him a sly smile.

I wonder if anyone knows that the end of a car accident is the beginning of hell, recovery and endless pain. Yet the road remains the same and people continue driving through it. Apparently a month and two weeks later, the mid September; the month I was supposed to be at UCLA (University of California and Los Angeles) with Jeremy I was seated in front of a woman named Lydia. Late thirties, slim, dirty blond hair and very beautiful. She had a welcoming aura around her at all times and she tried her best to get me to talk but she failed dismally for the past two weeks.

“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 stand there frozen in time, unable to finish the job, next thing I know a hard metal collides with the right side of my head and I fall to the floor. My vision goes blurry and I am unable to make out my attackers face. I can't feel my limbs, so I am unable to move an inch. They seem to be out to end my life because next thing I feel is a sharp pain in the abdominal which I presume has been acquired from a dagger. I can hear haphazard echoes of people agrueing from a distance. It's seemed like Darrick agrueing with his newly found love, Sapphire. " Why did you have to stab her?. Do you want to kill her?" I hear Darrick ask angrily

The Alpha’s regret: the return of his mate Chapter 55 : THE FRACTURE HELEN’S P.O.V. The flight back to the forward operating base was a blur of rotor noise and the smell of copper. Damian lay strapped to a stretcher on the floor of the VTOL. His face was gray, slick with the cold sweat of shock. His chest rose and fell in shallow, hitching gasps. "Lung collapsed," the field medic a young Ironclaw wolf named Sarah shouted over the

It was on every headline, every broadcast, every whisper. Sophia sat on the couch, staring at the screen with her mouth slightly open. "I still can’t believe this," she muttered. "The Cruz… gone? How did this happen?" Victor ran a hand through his hair. "Gilbert said Damien caused all this," he said gently. "We can still keep going to work at the company. We don’t have to give up."