Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

"That's not a private conversation that got out of hand. That's a deliberate attempt to damage my professional reputation." Vivian looked at me directly for the first time. "I was angry." "I understand that." "Do you?" Her voice was controlled but only barely. "You took something that was mine." "Damien was never yours." "We had an understanding. Our families had an arrangement going back years." "He didn't remember that arrangement when he found me in Seattle. He made a choice." "He made a choice while he was impaired." Damien spoke for the first time. "Vivian." Quiet. Final.

“Look at you. Nine months swollen with his bastard. He’ll pay anything to get you back… or maybe I’ll just keep you. Break you in myself and sell the footage.” Raven whimpered, tears already streaming down her face. Her hands instinctively tried to cover her belly. “Please… don’t hurt my baby. Damien will kill you.” Viktor laughed. “He’ll try.” Damien tore through the city like a man possessed. The moment he returned to the safehouse and found empty signs of forced entry, Raven’s phone smashed on the floor, something primal snapped inside him. He called in every remaining favor, hacked every camera he could access, and within three brutal hours, he had the warehouse location.

“All of you. Fuck Victor. Fuck Sophia. Fuck their blood tests. These boys are Voss. You are Voss.” I came again, softer this time, tears mixing with sweat as my body surrendered to him. Damien followed, flooding my still-sensitive pussy with hot cum, marking me even in the middle of medical chaos. He stayed buried deep, holding me through the aftershocks. The doctor cleared his throat. “Vitals stabilizing. The protocol seems… disrupted by whatever you just did. But she needs rest.” Damien finally pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum mixed with traces of blood and fluid on my thighs. He helped clean and cover me, then stood guard as the team finished.

Richard’s face lost its color. Damien replayed the footage. The black SUV had a clear path to leave through the front gate. Instead… It swerved sharply toward the garden. Toward Richard. Emma had seen it just in time. Without thinking about her own safety, she had pushed Richard away. The SUV struck her instead. Damien’s grip tightened around the tablet. His knuckles turned white. “So it wasn’t an accident,” he said coldly. “No, sir.” “We’ve already informed the police.”

“We need an extraction now.” A pause. Then a sharp exhale. “Where are you?” “West End construction site,” he said quickly, jerking the wheel to avoid a pile of cinder blocks. The SUV behind them rammed into their back bumper, the force nearly sending them into a steel support beam. Damien cursed. “We’re outnumbered and I’m hit.” “Stay alive. We’re on our way.” The line went dead. Aurora glanced at him, her expression torn between fear and determination. “Who was that?”

And again. Angrily, Damien picks the call and barks. "Can you stop -" "Sophia is in hospital." Vanessa sniffs. "She overdosed." ****

"Look, I even cut my index finger while smashing those bottles." The camera cut to Theodore crouching in front of her. His long, slender fingers held a bandage, which he carefully pressed onto her fingertip. He then lowered his head and pressed a restrained kiss to her finger, his voice low and husky. "There. It doesn't hurt anymore." Calista stared at the screen, feeling as if the wound on her head had been ripped open again and doused with a bottle of alcohol. The phantom pain was so sharp it left her fingertips numb.

At that same moment I heard familiar hurried footsteps outside the door before the door itself exploded. “Laura!” “Vince!” I was immediately engulfed in a possessive embrace. “Did they hurt you?” I shook my head. “What is wrong with you!” he roared, staring daggers at the trembling manager. I suppress a snicker. “I'm sorry babe. I shouldn't have insisted on using my card and just get you your own.” We stared at each other, a lone tear fell from my eye as I hugged him back tightly. Damn, I should have pursued acting instead of pursuing my thirst for blood. “I was so scared,” I whispered.

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.

The world was a kaleidoscope of blue and red strobe lights, the smell of cordite, and the bitter, metallic tang of the Sound’s salt air. The concrete fortress in Connecticut was behind us, crawling with tactical teams, but we weren't being greeted as victims. Damian was being loaded into an ambulance, his shoulder shattered by Ethan’s final shot, but even as he bled, he was smiling. He knew the drive was out there. He knew the FBI was already at Hawke Tower.