Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Dies

Damien said. For a moment neither of them spoke. The fire continued to burn quietly behind them. Damien finally broke the silence. “He had already made the deal with the prosecutor.” Robin Hood nodded. “Which means he had every reason to stay alive.” Damien’s expression hardened. “No one about to walk out of prison kills himself.” Robin Hood’s gaze remained steady. “Exactly.” Damien leaned forward again. “So someone silenced him.” Robin Hood nodded slowly. “And his wife and child disappear the same night.”

Damian said he wanted us to go on this trip now, that we were young and healthy, after listening to my former CEO talk about how he would love to go on a world tour after his wife recovers. His wife died a few weeks after the party. God bless her soul. Tomorrow is not certain, what we have is now. We should do all we can, in making it count. We bid our farewells to our friends and family before we took off. My mum and his mum would be taking care of Alex before we get back. "So Mrs. Anderson, now that we are alone, what do you need from me, name anything you need, and you will have it," Damian said seductively.

"Bad guys get what's coming to them eventually. Let's just wait. When my boss comes looking for me, his life will become a living hell." With that, Sam turned and left as if he'd never been there. Torven sped out of there, not easing up on the gas until that voice finally faded from his ears. Only then did he slow down. Wyatt had definitely killed her, so why had he heard her voice just now? Torven had no clue what was going on. He suddenly pulled over and yanked the cloth out of Damian's mouth. "Did Wyatt actually kill her or not?" Damian froze. "You know she's dead. It was trending online for two days."

Simons said as soon as he spotted Damian. "What's happening?" Damian asked. "We don't know how it happened but he's gone. He couldn't make it," The doctor said a little bit sad. "But you said he was out of danger?" Damian said, his eyes narrowed at the doctor. "He was….but I don't know what happened," the doctor said. Damian groaned angrily, his fingers balled into tight fists when Ron came in. "Everything alright sir?" He asked, concern in his tone. "That asshole died. He died without telling me who wants my wife dead.I wish I could just kill him," Damian groaned in anger. He was really pissed, he was acting like a bull who had been provoked. He was charged and ready to destroy something.

“Where is Adrian?!” My lips trembled. “Damian,” I whispered, barely able to hold myself together. My knees weakened, almost giving out under me as I struggled to steady myself. No. It couldn’t be him. Damian was dead. He was gone. I got the call years ago. I watched the news report about his plane crash. They said his body was never found but that the wreckage was beyond recognition. I had mourned him. I had buried him in my heart. So, how was he standing here, alive?

… As the doctor rushed to the ER with the stretcher cart, Damon yelled at those in the way, "Get out of the way!" Waylon was wearing an oxygen mask, and his face was filled with blood. The door to the ER slammed shut, and the red light came on. Damon punched the wall in anger, and the others who came after him stopped in their tracks, their faces full of shock. One of them came forward and asked, “How is Master Wayne?” Damon replied dejectedly. “I was too late. Master Wayne is seriously injured.”

"THE WHOLE PLACE IS COMING DOWN!" We ran. Damien could barely move. I supported him. Arnold cleared our path. We made it outside as Warehouse Seven collapsed behind us. In the rubble. In the fire. In the destruction. Marcus Ashford died. Finally. Really. Dead. We collapsed on the pavement. Paramedics swarmed. "Damien." I held his broken hand. "Stay with me." "Always." He smiled through blood. "Did we win?" "Yeah. We won." But as ambulances loaded us, as police secured the area, as media helicopters circled—

He grabbed his black leather jacket and keys and headed to the door. “Baby, Peter arrived?” His mother asked him. Damian shook his head sadly. “I'm just going for a walk.” “Are you okay?” she caressed Damian's hair, and he simply hummed. He walked in the empty streets, sad music playing through his earphones, hands in his jacket's pockets. He finally arrived in a big park, he entered and kept observing how the tree leaves moved majestically with the gentle afternoon wind. He spotted a free swing and went to sit on it.

his body was not found along with his assistant" "Clinton?", I asked and she nodded, "Only the car was badly damaged. Without a dead body for proof, we can't prove he is dead", she explained. " Then, why was he pronounced dead?*, I asked again and she shrugged. "Looking at the extent of damages on the car, it is safe to say that no one could escape death in the accident and we have proof that Damian and his assistant were in the car as we found their DNA in the car. But Damian is not a nobody. With my recent investigation on the man, I don't think he is an easy person to kill and you lived with him for a while, do you think it would be that easy to kill Damian, the hybrid?", she asked but I

He asked as he cocked his gun to fire. Suddenly, a voice amplified by a bullhorn spoke, "Lower your weapon, Wayde! We've got you surrounded!" A frantic look entered Damian's eyes. "What did you do?" He asked Ash. "I didn't do anything." Ash replied, positioning himself in front of Jo in case Damian released a shot. "Yes, you did. You told them, didn't you? You think you're so smart! You'll die for this!" Damian said as he pulled the trigger. Ash glimpsed the bullet that came for him, and in that millisecond, he closed his eyes and embraced the world of pain he was about to enter, but the pain never came.