Damian Wayne Killed Mga Nobela at Kwento

Since today was a working day for them, many of them were in the palace. "By the way, how is Nadlyn? I heard she was once Dario's heartthrob before Dario died at the hands of Damian," said one of the werewolves who was a member of the Lexington Royal Pack. "Yes, I do find it strange. How could Damian kill his own twin? But they didn't say what caused it. There must have been something they were fighting over that cost them their lives," another friend replied. "Could they be fighting over Nadlyn?"

I say, he looks up at me and this time, I meet his eyes. "Mommy says you can't be killed, just your people." He says and to me and I smile. "Everyone can be killed Damian; you just need the right weapon." I say. "How can I kill you then?" He asks me. "The only way to kill me is through you. If you die, I die inside too." I say. Damian gets to his feet and starts to walk away. I watch him go, surprised at his sudden departure but he stops walking and turns around to face me.

“We can run right?” Damien shook his head. “No, Sophia. We cannot run, not when you are like this. We have to end this.” I sat down next to him. “By end this, you mean—” “I have to kill my brother.” I always knew it would come to this. Damien kills Adrian. Adrian killed Damien. Or they killed each other. “I want a gun too.” Damien glanced at me. “No, you don't. I'll protect you.” “No,” I hissed angrily. “I am already in the middle of this,” I cried.

"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."

Her eyes narrowed as he approached her and sat down beside her. "What the fuck Damian, what's wrong with you?" Kimmie demanded. "You fucking killed him and pushed him off the cliff. That wasn't part of the plan." She ranted as she struggled to contain her anger. Damian's face twisted into a snarl. "He saw my fucking face, you know that," he growled. "I did what I had to do, everything happened fast, there's no way the initial plan would've worked."

"You don’t get to make anything right. Not now. Not after everything you’ve done." Without hesitation, Damian pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot rang through the air, louder than any of the previous shots. Lucas’s body jerked once, and then fell still. Damian stood over him, watching as the life drained from Lucas’s eyes. His hands still gripped the gun, but his heart felt nothing. He had done what needed to be done. Lucas had crossed a line. And now, he was gone.

The faces who have a space in my heart, and they are actually the wolves who just arrived on time before Damian could kill me. “Are you okay?” They asked in chorus, making my mouth widened. Gideon and James even stretched their hands in my direction. I stared at it, looking confused if I had to accept it. My head turned at Damian, and my whole body trembled when I found out he was dead. He was already covered in blood, his body filled with holes. I covered my mouth as I turned my head at Gideon and James. “W-Who killed him?” I stuttered.

/Crack! Finally, I couldn't bear the pain any longer and fell weak to the ground. Dorian had not lied about his intent to kill Cassian. Immediately after finishing his speech, filled with anger and hatred towards his brother, Dorian stabbed Cassian in the abdomen with his sharp sword, causing Cassian's body to collapse and lose a significant amount of blood. /Step. Step. Step./ I began to lose breath, and amidst the unbearable pain, I could still hear the sound of footsteps beside my head.

Damien took the stand. He told his story. He talked about the networks he dismantled, the lives he saved. The choices he made. The prosecutor cross-examined him. He was aggressive and relentless. "Mr Grayson. Did you kill a man named Marcus Webb?" Damien was quiet for a moment. "Yes." "And was Marcus Webb unarmed when you killed him?" "He was holding a weapon. He was threatening to kill innocent people." The prosecutor leaned closer. "And you killed him without hesitation."

It was hard to deny the man's attractiveness, but Max knew better than to let appearances cloud his judgment. Just as they were about to speak, Sebastian's smooth voice cut through the air. " Please go on, I am waiting, gentlemen?" he saidad, his tone polite but with a hint of curiosity Max stepped forward, his expression serious. "Mr. Wayne, we're here to discuss the recent death of Damian. We have some questions we'd like to ask you."