Damian Blade Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I just think this arrangement would benefit both of us—" "Would it?" Damian leaned down, his hands gripping the armrests of my chair, effectively trapping me between his body and the leather upholstery. The scent of his cologne enveloped me, along with something else—power, danger, the intoxicating presence of a man who had never been told no. "Let me clarify something for you, piccola. This isn't a discussion. These aren't suggestions. I'm presenting you with my terms. You either accept them in their entirety, or you walk out that door right now." My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared up at him, seeing the cold calculation in those dark eyes. This was Damian Cavalieri in his elemen

She called only to see that he has already ran towards Steele who is et to notice their presence. "For people that don't do their work properly and is keeping us here, You sure do make a lot of noise." Blade said coldly still looking at the file that was given to him, by his right were those who just finished their presentation and were about to lose their job. But then he left a grip on his leg, as he turned around sharplu to see what it was, holding him was Damien who was looking up at him with a bright smile, "Damien? What are you doing here?" He asked and carried him up to his laptop. "I came with mummy." Damien pointed at the opposite side where Ottiline stood.

Her chest got tighter that feeling from earlier, it was heavier now more real. She just kept her head down, did her work, what was she supposed to do? By evening Damian was back in the training grounds again he was relentless. His movements were sharper now faster like he was trying to outrun something that would not stay behind. The blade cut through the air, he froze, his grip slipped and there was a sting, not in his arm, not in his chest but lower, in his foot. Damian stumbled a little, he caught his balance and his eyebrows came together. "What was that?" The pain came again quickly, sharp, like skin tearing against something. He got curious.

Damian met them like the storm he was born from. One blade slashed for his ribs, he caught the shaft barehanded, wrenched it sideways, and drove an elbow into the mask behind it. Bone or porcelain cracked, I couldn’t tell which, but the soldier folded with a scream swallowed by his mask. The second swung high. Damian twisted, faster than my eyes could follow, and slammed his palm against the attacker’s chest. A flare of power erupted—an invisible shockwave that hurled the soldier across the chamber, body snapping against a column with a sickening thud.

Finally, Blade stood up and so did Damien, “Thank you,” Damien said in a quiet tone. Blade nodded, “You are welcome,” he answered, “Do you feel better?” “A little.” Damien said with a smile that actually made Blade let out a sigh of relief. Even though Damien was smiling, Blade knew with absolute certainty that Damien was filled with resolve now. One way or another, after all of this was over, Damien was going to kill Adrian. And nothing or no one was going to be able to stop that.

He didn't want to give the impression that he was affected by her. "I am here to see the Chief Consultant of the hospital. I already told him of my visit," Damian said. While he had a private meeting with the doctor, part of it was because of his team, who were on treatment after their last clash in the previous deal and interference with some other thugs who wanted to steal from them. It became messy, and some of his men suffered gun injuries, but they were privately treated. While Dr. Elijah's nephew, Henry Benard, was Damian's friend, he had traveled abroad and hadn't returned. So, Damian relied on the other doctors to take care of his men's injuries.

Damian Cross was my father's most promising lieutenant. To earn the right to marry me, he swore he would take over the Golden Triangle. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. "Wait for me. The whole Golden Triangle will be your wedding gift." I waited for him for three years. Three years later, he returned covered in scars, with a fragile-looking girl following behind him. By then, he had become the "Mad Dog," a man whose name struck fear into everyone in the underworld. He went down on one knee in front of my father. "She took a bullet for me. I owe her my life, and I owe her my name." My father put the black-and-gold whip in my hand. Everyone in the room was waiting for me to make h

In my fury I growled at them. "You are under arrest Mr Damian for the murder of Doctor Mario Philip!" The micro phone made his voice sound louder and more deafening to my ears. When he mentioned about the doctor I had killed, my anger intensified, my veins popped out from my neck and arms, tears welled up in my eyes... I wasn't angry at them but at myself! "I don't want to hurt anybody else please just go!" I growled again.

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

He was also greeted by Elisa. "Thank goodness you managed to save Nadlyn and Dario, right?" Elisa asked, smiling at Damian. Damian didn't want to deceive his mother; he wasn't the hero in that situation. It was Nadlyn. But seeing Nadlyn's face and Arthur seemingly discouraging him from saying anything, Damian cleared his throat softly and looked closely at his mother. "Yes, Dario and I joined forces to defeat the Golden Dragon," Damian said in a low voice. "Good, thank you, Damian, for protecting your twin and Nadlyn," Elisa said, briefly hugging Damian without paying much attention to Rachel, who was hugging Damian's arm.