Novel & Cerita Damaged Svu

“It was a 6.9. We have some minimal issues here, but it severely damaged the city. Our biggest problem is that it busted water pipes and cracked the foundation of the headquarters. A dead tree on Baros’s property broke off its roots and fell on his roof. They dug his body out of his bedroom about twenty minutes ago. Three of his staff are dead as well, one broken leg and some broken ribs among the others. One of our construction crew fell when the concrete cracked, but he just sprained his ankle. As far as I’ve been able to tell, we haven’t had any other injuries or fatalities.” “Shit. I’ll be on my way as soon as the jet is ready.” “You don’t have to—” “Fuck that, Cano,” I growled. “I’ll be

All the pent up energy was rising and it needed to get let out. “Oh, shit. She is going to blow!” Dom said, looking at me and recognizing the warning signs. Damian was driving at 127 mph and the car was shaking. As we came over the hill, I saw an overturned SUV and a full on war breaking out. Vampires were moving around us, and we weren’t keeping up. Damian slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop about 50 yards from the action.

Vehicle association report: Black SUV. The exact SUV from the highway footage. I looked up slowly from the report to meet the gaze of the investigator. “Are you telling me the dead man was driving the SUV vehicle?” “Yes.” A strange feeling crawled slowly down my spine, my assumption has just been justified, this no longer looked like an accident. “Cause of death?” I asked. “Gunshot wound.” The investigator replied. Damien straightened immediately. “Someone killed him?” “Yes.” “How long after Serena’s crash?” Damien asked again.

"Your father died before the proposal." "Yes." "Marcus was working security at Blackwood Tower." "Yes." "So not them." She pressed her palms against her temples. The headache Dr. Vance warned about had arrived – dull, persistent, located somewhere behind her eyes. "Who else would Victor bring to witness my humiliation?" Damien opened his mouth. I closed it. His jaw tightened. Then his fist slammed against the car roof.

“Ms. Rodriguez? Vivian is here to see you.” “Send her in.” The door opened, and Vivian Aschroft stepped inside, looking more strained than usual. She sank into a chair, rubbing her temples. “Damien’s upstairs,” Vivian said quietly. “Saw the doctor finally after all the “I don’t need a doctor”. Three cracked ribs, a mild concussion… he looks like he went twelve rounds with a train. And he’s still talking about her.” “Amelia.” “Always Amelia,” Vivian sighed, a flash of old guilt in her eyes. “It’s like a sickness.”

she repeated, afraid that Suzi would refuse to respond. Suzi took a deep breath. "He did an outstanding job. He defeated the enemy and destroyed all the dangerous weapons owned by the enemy. However, he took a blow to the head during the fight and fell into the sea. He nearly drowned." Stella's tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew that something had happened to him. "Is he okay now?" Stella choked. If he had died, she could not go on living. "Yes, but his brain has been damaged, he can't remember a lot of things. He probably wouldn't recognize you anymore. Perhaps this is a good thing. You can finally move on. You're safe now. The relationship between you two is over," Suzi said gently.

He tells me, I look down at his hand and he's still bleeding. “Fabian, Adam, see if you can get some bandages so that we can put pressure on their wounds until the doctors get here.” I tell them, Savio looks really bad, apart from losing too much blood, I think he has a concussion from when they hit him over the head with the gun. Fabian nodded his head at me and ran off to get the bandages. “Kate, stop worrying, you need to shower.” Damian tells me. “Of course I'll worry, but I'll go shower as long as you let Fabian bandage you and Savios injuries.” I tell him.

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.