Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

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!”

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.

And I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had looked through me—not just at me. Alex dozed off eventually, his breaths growing slow and heavy. I slipped out from under his arm and sat by the mirror. My reflection looked worse than I felt. Blackened bruises laced my ribcage. Blood still crusted the corner of my lip. But the real damage wasn’t skin-deep. I’d seen Damian alive. He was supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be buried along with everything we destroyed after the divorce—the company, the assets, the programs. We burned it all to the ground.

Red marks blooming where I'd hit her. She looked at Damian like he might defend her. He just stood there watching with no expression on his face. "Lucas!" Savannah called, her voice shaky. "Lucas, get out here!" Footsteps inside the apartment. Then Lucas appeared in the hallway. He looked terrible. His face was still bruised and swollen from where Damian must have beaten him. I felt proud for a moment. At least he did one good thing. One eye was nearly swollen shut. His nose was crooked, looking Broken.

Victor had found us, and he would keep finding us until one of us was dead. Damien got me into the back of an armored SUV and climbed in beside me. The vehicle roared to life and sped away from the burning cabin, bouncing over rough forest trails. I clung to him, my body shaking with cold and shock. He wrapped me in a thick blanket and held me close, his hands checking me for injuries while the baby kicked between us. “You are alive,” he whispered over and over. “Both of you are alive. That is all that matters right now.”

"Holding but tight. Power outage bought us confusion. Avery, talk. Any injuries from the blast? We aimed away from your cell." "Shoulder bruise from falling rock," she said quick. "Nothing bad. Damien, the council will scream treason louder now. Victor still in coma?" "Still out," I answered, pushing her into the van. "But we have you. That is what matters. Ezra, get down here. We roll in thirty seconds." Ezra slid down the ridge, moving fast. Something looked off in his step. We piled in and Jax floored it. The van bounced over rough ground.

The security officer struggled to catch his breath before speaking. “Sir…” His voice came out strained. “Mr. Donald Stark was involved in a serious accident while returning from work.” Damien’s expression hardened instantly. “What?” “The ambulance took him directly to St. Vincent Medical Center.” The officer swallowed before continuing. “He’s already been taken into surgery.” Shock flickered across Damien’s face. “How bad is it?” “The doctors said…” The guard hesitated, clearly choosing his words. “His left leg suffered extensive damage.”

Vance gritted his teeth as a murderous look was contained in his eyes while explaining to his friends about the accident. It was good that the planned accident happened before he had picked up Purple. What if this accident would have occurred when he was in the car with his wife? He could not even imagine that. He cared for his life, but he cared even more for his wife's life. He can't even bear to see a scratch on her delicate little body and their little bean. Tightening his hold on Purple, he kissed her forehead again, assuring himself that she was okay. "Why the doctor did not mention silver dragger ?" Kavin asked, confused.

Damian and Jack was also there. Jack looked at Xavier with wide eyes. He was seeing him after five years. "What the fuck happened to him... He looks like hippie..." Jack asked Ace. "Sarah's death has affected him very badly..." Ace answered and Jack raised his eyebrows shocked. Ace looked at Damian and he was kind of in the same condition as Xavier. His eyes were bloodshot red like he haven't slept for days and was looking devastated. "What happened to Damian?" Jack sighed. "His girlfriend AKA bodyguard left him... And this man couldn't take it well..."