Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

It's always a show. As time goes on, people starts to mingle. More of Robert's acquaintances are made known. Even the editor-in-chief of Vogue and her husband are part of it all. Others already clutching on bottles they have purchased. A few more, “who is this, Rob?” “Where did you meet this one?” “What happened to the other one?” The last one was my favourite. I wonder too. What happened to April Anderson? “Things didn't work out. Two polar opposite, it was bound to crumble,” that is always Robert's answer.

I said " Oh my love ... I'm sorry..." Her eyes teared up. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you and your sister.... " " Ma it's fine please don't cry.." "I'm sorry...." Everything began to go crazy. Her eyes began to roll back as she began to shake violently. "Ma!!" I screamed as the nurses came rushing in. "Ma'am you have to step outside" one of the nurses pulled me out and locked the door behind them. My head was so clouded I couldn't stop pacing.

I took off my sneakers, leaned forward, and took a few sips from the bottle as she talked. "Damien came into my house. He wrecked everything. He killed Sophia and my fish. " She frowned. I could tell she'd cried a bit before. "I'll get you more fish. " I held back a smile. That was all I could really do. I could fix her house, I could make her feel safe again, but I couldn’t bring Sophia back. She laughed, throwing her head back. Damn, I was totally captivated by the drunk and high Valentina.

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.

"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.”

“But we know where the server is physically hosted. And we know it was accessed last night, after your visitor at the south gate.” Marcus had reported back the moment he left. I looked at Harrison. He was already looking at me. “Susan,” I said. “She’s already gone.” “Dismissed at six this morning,” Harrison said. “Quietly.” “But the damage…” “Is already done.” He said it without flinching. “Everything filmed inside this estate over the past eight weeks is sitting on that server. Which means Vreeth has footage of every room, every conversation, every person who moved through this house.”