Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

Also, what was the consequence of my sort offer? Decisively, the damn deceiver took the primary risk to get away, she even attempted to cut me to death … This happens when I'm excessively kind! Cara's cerebrum bubbled in rage, Songbird's blow had straightforwardly punctured her spine. In spite of the fact that Leaves had the option to mend rapidly recuperate her injuries with spices, Cara's lower body was as yet deadened and with next to no inclination.

"That I did at first. That I almost killed Viktor's brother. But that it wouldn't have made me feel better. It would have just made me a different kind of broken." "Do you believe that?" "Most days. Some days I still wish I'd pulled the trigger." Luca looked at Dante. "Does that make me a bad person?" "It makes you human. You're allowed to have complicated feelings about what happened to you." "Dr. Patel says the same thing. You two are ganging up on me with your healthy emotional processing." Dante laughed and pulled Luca into his lap. "How's Sofia doing?" "Better. She's talking more, eating regularly. Dr. Patel thinks she'll be ready to go home in a few weeks."

The two vehicles remained exactly where they were, but only the SUV left, leaving dad's car behind. Mr Collins looked at me. “Do you recognize the man?” I shook my head “no”. “The vehicle?” “No” He nodded. “If you remember anything, contact me immediately”. As the officers returned to their work, I turned slowly toward Damien. "You knew this wasn't about the money." He met my eyes. "I suspected." "And now?" His expression became unreadable once more. "Now I'm certain." "Certain of what?" He looked toward the empty street where the SUV had disappeared. "Your father wasn't kidnapped."

He crouched down in front of me and asked with genuine seriousness. But it was too late. My brain had already suffered catastrophic damage. Blood and saliva trickled from the corners of my mouth, and all I could offer him was a vacant, foolish smile. The sight of me like that made Daniel reach out, intending to release me from the Memory Extraction System. The doctors immediately stopped him. "She's not going to survive!" "Even if you take her off now, she'll die!" "We should use the auxiliary extraction unit and drive the system at maximum power."

Viktor had tracked Damien to a secure dry-dock office overlooking the crashing ocean waves. Raven pushed open the heavy metal door, stepping into the dimly lit room with the cold, crushing authority of an apex predator closing in on his prey. Damien jumped up from a metal folding chair at the center of the room, his face pale, his eyes wide with a mixture of guilt and sheer panic as he looked at us. "Raven... Bailey," Damien stammered, holding his hands up defensively. "I swear I didn't know. Frank told me the brakes just failed! He said it was a freak mechanical accident on the highway, he swore to me it wasn't my fault!"

Ivana My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped animal. On the screen of my phone, the live feed flickered. The shadow in the frame bore the unmistakable outline of someone we trusted—someone who had been pulling Marcus’s strings all along, stepping back into the dark. But the damage was done. The chilling realization of who had betrayed us settled into my bones like ice. “Ivy?” Damien’s voice was sharp, cutting through the static horror paralyzing my limbs. He stepped closer, his eyes darting to my pale face, then down to the screen. “What is that? What did they send?”

Luke told Dylan. “Hugh, were the servers damaged during the fire?” Dylan asked. “Not by the fire, the fire suppression system kicked in and the water damaged the servers. It would take weeks to see if anything in there is still salvageable, we've lost all our data.” Hugh explained to Dylan.

I walked forward slowly until I stood over my half-siblings, gun pointed down at them. “Sophia is dead,” I said coldly. “Viktor is dead. And if you ever threaten the man I love again… I will make sure you suffer for days before I kill you.” Elena glared up at me, breathing hard. “You’re just like him. Just like Father.” “No,” I said. “I’m worse.” I lowered the gun. But before I could decide their fate, my phone rang. It was the safe house. “Miss Moretti,” the doctor’s voice was panicked. “Damien just coded again. We’re losing him!” The world stopped.

But nothing prepared me for the face that appeared on the surveillance screen. Raven. Damien’s ex-lover. The woman who’d disappeared three years ago in a car explosion. The woman he’d mourned in silence. The woman who now stood alive and armed, flanked by a militia of black-clad operatives. Damien froze beside me, color draining from his face. “She was dead,” he murmured. “I saw the wreckage.” “She’s not,” I said grimly. “And she’s not here for a reunion.” The screen flickered as Raven’s voice crackled through the speakers, hijacking our internal comms.

Chapter 101: The Full Backstory The live stream’s aftermath felt like a bomb had gone off in our lives. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. News alerts kept pushing notifications about “Damien Cross Murder Scandal” and “Kira Holt’s Alleged Cover-Up.” Damien paced the living room like a caged predator while Marcus worked frantically at the dining table, multiple screens glowing around him. I stood by the windows, arms wrapped around myself, watching the city wake up under a gray dawn. The USB’s twisted “evidence” had been designed to wound. But the real wound was watching Damien’s face as the world tore into him again.