Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

"But I'm curious, is that the extent of the issue between you and Miya?" Damian took action in response to the question. He swiped at the red icon on the screen without saying goodbye to the person he was talking to on the phone. Damian thought to himself, "This is useless." He drove back to his vehicle quietly, his hands quickly searching for the contact he needed. Marcus Whitney.

Names. Damian wasn’t just rich. He was born into war. And I… I was just starting to realize how deep the roots of that war ran. I called Chris first. He picked up instantly. “I was about to call you.” “I just saw it.” “I’m with him,” he said. “Damian’s not speaking to anyone. He didn’t know.” “He didn’t know about any of it?” “No. Morgan kept it under lock and key. He only just saw the birth certificate Lawrence dropped.”

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

She paused at two names:Wyatt and Damian. Wyatt was a surgeon, but he knew Marvin. It wouldn't be safe to involve him. “I'll call Damian. He studied medicine and did an internship in his family's hospital. Plus, he's unaware of who Marvin is,"Renee told Sarah. Dialing Damian’s number, Renee remembered that he had once blacklisted her, but it appeared that he had now removed her from the list, giving her a chance to reach him.

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

That word broke him. “There was no child,” Damian said bitterly, shaking his head. “I defended her. I fought people for her. I shut my eyes when something felt wrong.” He laughed suddenly, a sharp, broken sound. “Do you know how stupid that makes me look?” “Damian—” "Damian Cross." "CEO of Cross Empire." “No,” he snapped softly. “Don’t soften it. I wasn’t unlucky. I was careless.” He buried his face in his hands. “I let her into my house. Into my bed. Into my life.”

"That was the most perfect speech I have ever heard in my entire life someone please give this young lady a standing ovation tell me we are you ever in Theater arts no you are a writer or could it be that you have a thing for poetry I have always wanted to meet a poet but you are truly exceptional forgive my rudeness you may know me but still allow me to introduce myself I am Matteo's friend Damian Russo both of us go away back isn't that right amigo" You have got to be joking was Damian Russo Now talking me why do I always see him everywhere I am even though I was not in love with Mia I didn't want her to get close to the likes of Damien bats man was a devil spawn himself nothing good ever

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

"You like Juliette, right?" He was on the point of dropping the glass of juice he had in his hand. "Mom! She's my best friend!" She started laughing. "Come on, Damian! Let's be honest. She’s pretty, so I can understand." Damian widened his eyes. He couldn't believe what his mom was telling him right now. "Mom, I swear she's just a friend. I never felt anything for her." His mom pretended to believe him. "I have to go! See you later!" He closed the door after him and spotted someone waiting for him with a large smile on his motorbike. His jaw was about to drop when he recognized him. "Peter?" His crush waved at him and patted the seat behind him.

Damien had the almost slumping Wayne supported by his hands crossed around the latter's shoulders. He let go of Wayne and the latter fell to the floor, groaning and rolling to his back. My eyes looked between the two before I hurried to Wayne, lifting his head onto my laps. “When I tell you this creature is weak, you shush me. Now look, Just a little run and he already lost it,” Damien mocked, obviously not any less concerned about his immediate elder brother's gasp for breath. My left hand flew to Wayne’s chest and I regulated his breathing by roughly rubbing on it. “Why did you make him run, Damien?” I chided, glancing up at Damien who now leaned on the window that I suspect must have had