Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

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.

The attendant apologized first. "Don't say that Miss. Kyle. You're doing your job. How is Mr. Volkov now?" Christopher asked knowing how Lucas tensed on his question. "He is alive. That's all I can say for now. You see Mr. Corbin, Mr. Volkov isn't well, he ain't doing progress already and now due to this his body ain't responding well. Here..." she handed them a file containing Mr. Volkov's medical records. "See here, he was diagnosed with respiratory problem, his lungs are punctured due to his excessive alcohol use and that lead him to having respiratory problem, and as Mr. Volkov junior attacked him by gripping his neck that caused further damage to him. His condition isn't too good but ye

The rain refused to let up. It pounded relentlessly against the windshield as Damien's black SUV sped away from the city, leaving behind the flashing lights, shattered glass, and blood-soaked marble floors of Blackwood & Vale. No one spoke. The silence inside the vehicle was thick with exhaustion and adrenaline. Vivian sat in the back beside Clara, pressing a clean handkerchief firmly against the graze on Clara's upper arm. The wound wasn't life-threatening, but it had bled enough to stain Clara's cream blouse crimson.

Sylvia asked again. "Nothing..it is..just a random stuff" Damien stuttered. "You are lying" Sylvia said. "Honey I'm not" Damien shook his head. "You are, I know what you were talking about" she muttered. "What do you mean?" Damien asked. "I saw the news, Mia filed an assault case against me" Sylvia said and Damien sighed. "I'm sorry.. it's is all my fault, I am just being a bother to you, if I hadn't injured her, none of this would have happened, now you are all worked up cause of me" she muttered as tears slipped out of her eyes.

Three years ago, I suffered a miscarriage while helping Julian Holt, my husband, secure a crucial deal. The doctor informed me that my uterus had to be removed due to severe blood loss, and I would never be able to conceive again. Julian flew back that same night. He knelt by my hospital bed and slapped himself repeatedly. His eyes were bloodshot. “It’s all my fault! If it weren’t for me and that business deal, you wouldn’t be in this state, and we wouldn’t have lost the child… It’s all my fault!” Over the next month, he went back and forth between the company and the hospital, visibly growing thinner by the day.

Elara climbed in beside him, pressing her hand to the wound on his side. “Stay with me,” she murmured, her voice steadier than she felt. “We’re almost there.” The SUV roared through the city, weaving between the few late-night cars that dared share the road. Lena leaned over the front seat, her eyes scanning Marcus’s face. “This isn’t just bruises,” she said grimly. “He’s got internal damage. We need Dr. Reyes.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “She’s off-grid right now. Too many eyes on her clinic after last month. But I know another place.”

Knew exactly how to hurt us while destroying proof of her crimes. "Where are you now?" "Ambulance. On the way to General Hospital. Beth, I almost died. If I'd been asleep instead of working, if I hadn't smelled the smoke when I did, I'd be dead right now." "I'll meet you there. Twenty minutes." I hung up. Looked at Victoria. "Marcus's apartment is on fire. Arson. He barely escaped. The evidence is destroyed." Victoria's face went pale. "Oh my God. Is he okay?"

The area was noticeably more damaged, indicating that some fighting had taken place there last night. Victor ignored the gazes watching him from the shadows and ran straight towards Stanley's home. The apartment still looked the same. The crack was still there. Victor's running caused vibrations that made Stanley and Susan peek their heads out from their hiding place. When Susan saw that it was Victor, tears welled up in her eyes. God knows how scared she was last night. "Victor, I'm over here!" Susan had completely forgotten about Victor's heartlessness the day before. She waved at Victor energetically.

And if he does something terrible to get me back… that’ll be my fault too. I curled up on the dirty mattress, knees to my chest, and whispered into the silence, “I’m so sorry, Damien. Please find me. Please don’t do anything you’ll regret because of me.” Back with Damien… The SUV pulled up a few blocks away from Victor’s house. Damien stepped out, flanked by two large, silent men in dark clothes. His phone buzzed with a new update. Reyes: Hostiles secured. Girl moved to the back room, still unharmed. Awaiting your orders.