Damian Wayne Killed Novels & Stories

he said and I look at him shocked. What did he think of me? Am I a thing to him, he was always ready to gamble on me for his pack. “But what is the problem with Damien? He is powerful, Alpha by blood, and can take care of this pack perfectly. Moreover, you have promised him you will hand me over to him.” I asked surprised. If he was searching for the best suitor for me and Alpha for the pack, I think Damien will be the best choice. “yes, I did. But how can I hand you over to him now when I know he killed his three previous mates?” he dropped the bomb and I fall to the floor shocked.

As soon as I reach home I freshen up and went to pick up Valerie from school. After the shooting at the court, the man who had shot Treadway was arrested and he confessed that he had planned this whole thing with Ron and this lengthened Ron's sentenced as he had attempted to murder Treadway. Treadway was sent to hospital, he had lost a lot of blood so as soon as he arrived he went straight to surgery and they managed to remove the bullet, luckily it had not hit any vital organs.

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.

Someone knocked at the door. "I got it!" Damian said. "Ah, hey, Killian," he smiled at the tall guy. "Hey, Dam. How are you?" "You're late, I thought you got out of school early." "I did, but I met William after," Killian blushed. "He asked me to come to his house the next week." "What? Already?" Damian raised an eyebrow. "He just wants to watch a movie and order pizzas." "Are you sure about that? He seems like there’s more than that,"

"Over the last four years, I've survived countless injuries. I nearly died multiple times, and the only reason I woke up was because of you." My voice was calm as I added, "Damian, while you were busy punishing me, I was going through hell. So, tell me, do you want to hear about the rest of it?" Damian's eyes welled with tears. A heavy silence fell over the guests, the crowd visibly shaken by what I said. Damian opened his mouth, stammering for an answer, but Camille interrupted him with a bellow. "Oh, please! Stop playing the victim. You did it for fame and the prize money. You were so obsessed with your little award that you left children to die in those war zones. In the end, you got your

It grates on every nerve in my body. He lifts the gun higher, barrel flicking between us. “Hmm, who do I kill first? I think I’ll go for the son of the man who ruined my life. Seems poetic, doesn’t it?” And then— He pulls the trigger. Bang. It all happens too fast. A body crashes into me, slamming me to the ground. I don’t realize what’s happening until I see it— Damian— Sprawled across me, blood blooming from his side like a dark, angry flower.

before hanging up. "What was that about?" I asked casually, still riding the high of our new official status. "Nothing important." He took my hand, interlacing our fingers and gripping tightly. His tone was as casual as if he was commenting on the nice weather. "Damien Blackwood killed himself this morning. Silver blade to the heart." I was slightly stunned by the news, then felt a strange sense of closure wash over me. "Oh." I responded simply, my gaze sweeping over the hurried pedestrians on the distant street.

“Tell me you are okay Vanessa I cannot lose you” “I'm fine” I panted. He sighed. “I'm coming” “What? No! I don't want anything to happen to you, umm wait,911 will get here soon I will let you know what hospital we go to” “911?!” “I'm fine Damien. Wayne got shot in my stead.” I swallowed hard. “He took a bullet for me.” There was a loud crash as an object flew right through the window, shattering the glass. My brow creased.

Security rushed in, their hands grabbed at Damian. “Mr. Holt, please!” ond shouted, his voice was shaky. "Let him go!" Damian shoved them off, snarling. “Touch me again and I’ll end you.” They froze. Then he turned on me, his eyes were cold. “You’re here defending him? Talking bullshit about how good he is? Spreading your damn legs for this scum!” I flinched, hugging myself. Damian pointed at Wesley. "Do you even know what he did to you? This son of a bitch killed our baby. My baby, Lila!”

Damian stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at Orpah, saying in a calm manner, "My name is Damian Luther." When Orpah heard his name, her expression changed at once. She exclaimed, "You're Damian Luther? The person who killed Black Bjorn and Albin White?" Damian nodded indifferently at her and said, "Yes, I killed them. So what?" Orpah's expression wouldn't stop changing. In the end, she grinned cynically at him and said, "You killed two out of the Four Fighters. You're pretty ruthless, aren't you?