Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

The same type of vehicle she had noticed before. Her stomach tightened. But before she could get a better look, the vehicle drove away. Leaving her shaken. Again. At Blackwood Holdings, Damien was already in his office when Daniel arrived. “You look terrible.” Damien looked up from his coffee. “Good morning to you too.” Daniel sat down. “I ran the image.” Damien straightened. “The photograph?” Daniel nodded. “The one with Victoria, Sarah, and the missing man.” Damien’s expression hardened. “And?” “The image wasn’t damaged.”

But I remembered that bridge. I remembered what it looked like as we pulled up. Flashing lights. A police blockade. Yellow tape. Two wrecked guardrails and a wet trail of tire marks leading right off the edge. Damon was already there, standing beside a cop. He turned as I got out, face pale. “They said the SUV swerved off. The back left tire was slashed—could’ve been intentional. Witnesses said the car didn’t brake before going over.” My heart dropped. “Where is he?”

SCAR'S POV. Huh....what happened? I rub on my eyes pushing the heavy blanket off me. Did I lose conscious again? I am sure I was fine some seconds before it happened. Is something going on with me? Am I sick? NO, YOU ARE NOT. Right. I am okay.... Derek said I was fine...I can't die....I mean not now. DONT WORRY, YOU WONT BE DYING ANYTIME SOON BABY GIRL.

"By tomorrow morning, the news will report that the 'Unwanted Bride' and the 'Chen Executioner' died in each other's arms. A tragedy for the ages. Meanwhile, Celeste Harrington will be 'recovering' in a private facility under Grandfather’s care." "And me?" Damien asked. "You’re the loose end, Damien. And I’ve always been very good at cutting strings." Suddenly, the heavy hum of a second engine vibrated through the pavement. A nondescript silver sedan sped around the corner, its tires screeching against the wet asphalt. It didn't slow down. It slammed into the side of Vivienne’s SUV with a bone-jarring crunch. The impact sent Vivienne spinning. Her gun went off, the bullet whizzing past my ea

she shouts my name, and as I rush into the living room, I am stunned by what I witness. Chills run down my body as I see all the belongings of the apartment strewn across the floor. The furniture is damaged, the TV and my laptop are shattered on the ground; the pots, ornaments, and pictures that were on the wall are also broken. "Don't touch anything," Damien warns me as I'm about to pick up the laptop from the floor. "We need to call the police." In a complete state of shock, I stand frozen in the face of the disaster they've caused.

I give him a quick kiss and leave the room. The others are my family and some soldiers. Gregório is fine, he was shot in the stomach and shoulder, but when I go to his room he already has his suit intact and is standing up. Victório only has an open wrist, as incredible as it may seem and among the main soldiers, Damiano is the one who was most affected, but from what he told me, he won't be long in being discharged.

The city blurred past us in streaks of neon and rain. Damian’s foot never left the gas, the SUV weaving through traffic like a bullet. My eyes stayed glued to the live feed on my phone…..; the technician in the white coat standing in front of the cryogenic tank, holding the small vial labeled with Damian’s name and the date of that Vegas night. Ten minutes. That was all we had. “Faster,” I whispered, even though he was already pushing the car to its limit.

Because Damian Vale wasn't supposed to be alive at all. My reflection stared back at me in the glass-eyes sunken, hair matted with soot. I didn't look like someone who had survived. I looked like someone still trapped under that building, waiting for it to finish collapsing. "Hold on," I whispered, pressing my hand to the glass. "Please, just hold on." Reporters shouted over one another as stretchers rolled past. Drones hovered, recording what the world wasn't supposed to see. "Emergency crews confirm multiple casualties-"

“This isn’t about her. It’s about me. You want me? Here I am.” “Shut up!” Sasha jerks Vivian back, closer to the edge. Her boots scrape the concrete, one heel slipping dangerously close to the drop. My throat closes. “Don’t act like you’re the hero. You don’t save people, you destroy them. You destroyed me!” Damien’s voice cuts in, low, sharp. “Sasha. Look at me. Don’t do this.” “Don’t you fucking talk to me!” she screams. She presses the gun harder against Vivian’s head, and Vivian whimpers. My nails dig into my palms so hard I feel blood.

I placed my hands on Damians bloody chest, trying so hard to manage his bleeding as blood gushed out uncontrollably out of his chest. “Why did you do that?” I said in tears to Damian, why did he have to come in front of me before the bullet went out. “Freeze” I heard this baritone voice from the entrance of the room but didn't care to look, my attention was fixated on Damians bleeding chest. “I didn't do anything, I swear” I heard Sylvia said, as I looked up at her with an eyes blaring fire. “Call 911” I screamed out to the police who just walked in