Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Lego

Damien said smiling when Theo screamed at him. “Mom will never forgive you" Theo screamed in fear of being crippled, meaning he will never walk again, "I don't need her forgiveness, " Damien said as he signaled Zodack who nodded at him. Damien would have loved to see Theo scream in absolute pain while his spinal cord is being broken and his legs too but he left home while his queen and little prince and princess are still sleeping. immediately three other bodyguards entered the room while one rode his boss out, and the other two went to meet Zodack, Damien makes sure he trained his bodyguards in China for four months before you can be a real DWB (Damien Willington bodyguards). When he finish

Nikolai shook his head immediately. “No.” Anton raised an eyebrow. “No?” “Mom said no media.” Anton nodded respectfully. “Smart mother.” Across the room, a few of the staff were quietly clapping Nikolai on the shoulder. “Brilliant work.” “That device is revolutionary.” Nikolai puffed his chest proudly. “I built it with Legos first.” They laughed. Meanwhile, Damian had been moved out of the harness and back into his wheelchair. He looked tired. But calmer than anyone had seen him in years.

He caught Adrian staring. "You must be the soldier," Damian said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I hear you protect the castle." Adrian blinked, clutching his fork. "I protect Mommy." "A noble profession," Damian nodded seriously. "My brother protects the borders. I protect the foundation. We all have jobs." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver object. It was a pen, but it was shaped like a rocket, intricate and mechanical. "I saw this in a shop in Geneva. I thought perhaps the head of security needed a new tool."

The second grazed her leg. She didn’t even flinch. He glanced toward the vault—flashing, alive, a beacon of chaos. Then another voice came through the smoke. A deeper one. Familiar. “Always knew you’d end up here, brother.” Alex froze. Damian stepped out of the shadows, dressed in civilian black, flanked by two more armed men. He looked at Lena—at the thing she’d become—and nodded in approval. “She made a good prototype. But not good enough.” Alex raised his rifle. “If you touch my girls—”

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

He hated the fact that he was putting his friend's life in danger and he hated even more the fact that he was putting his pack's life in danger. Jasmine waited patiently for them to come out at the foot of the staircase. "You're here!" Elle came to join her, holding the baby in her hands. "Oh! Here is the cutest person in the whole wide world!" Jasmine cooed at the baby. Damien came out of his room and immediately went to the common area of the house. He immediately summoned every single person that would play a part in this war. "I want everyone to be in their places. Make sure everyone is in their places!" He yelled as everyone ran to their places. It was really hectic as people ran up and

Originally, Damian's confidence in going to war rested on the assumption that Lance wouldn't be on the front lines. But Lance's attitude tonight suggested he was absolutely certain he could seize back his military power the moment the first shot was fired. If that happened, the Western Tribe would inevitably be crushed under his claws. Because she was distracted by her conversation with Adelaide, Helia hadn't caught the tense exchange between the two men. Damian's wolf was naturally volatile and aggressive; before coming to the capital, he had been the loudest voice calling for war, acting as if victory was already in his hand.

Alessio tightened his grip on the Oath Blade. “What are you?” Damien’s smile widened. “I am…” He took one slow step forward. “…the future your father was too afraid to accept.” He opened his gloved hand. Resting in his palm… Was a faded family photograph. Vittorio. Leonardo. Little Alessio. And standing beside them… Smiling as though he belonged there… Was Damien. Not as an enemy. As family. Alessio’s breathing stopped. Leonardo stared at the photograph in disbelief.

Damien moves with terrifying authority, his steps light and predatory, as if he has orchestrated this specific violence a hundred times before. Wayne lunges, swinging a heavy fist aimed at Damien’s jaw. Damien doesn’t block; he simply isn’t there when the arm arrives. He pivots, fluid as water, and sweeps Wayne’s legs out from under him. Wayne hits the ground with a heavy thud that vibrates through the soles of Aiden’s boots. Before Wayne can recover, Damien is on him, a knee pressed into Wayne’s chest, pinning him to the dirt.

“I am telling you the truth. There are not so many good girls out here, so you should find one as soon as possible.” “Bro, you know the person who is in my heart, so I really don’t need to find another one.” “It is your call, Pat. You are my good brother, so I only wish what's best for you.” “Bro, can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “Have you ever liked Layla?” Damian did not hesitate as he answered in a serious voice, “No, I have never liked her, and I will never like her.” “Thank you,” Pat said.