Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Weapon

Damian stood up from where he was and the guards immediately knew what to do as they placed a bag over the heads of the VIPS and dragged them away leaving only the commissioner behind. "Where were we, commissioner?" Damian took out his custom made Glock 17 which was made outta pure gold. "I will never submit to you, Damian.... You can go ahead and kill me..." Miguel stubbornly said even though his back was completely covered in sweat.. "Oh don't worry I'm not gonna kill you, my love.... That would be too easy.." Damian rubbed his chin like he was in deep thoughts before snapping his fingers... "I think I know what to do with you, my dear friend..." Damian unhurriedly aimed at his forehead an

Without flinching, Damian retorted, his voice laced with an unwavering determination, "I've sworn death upon you all, and I never break my promises. The only way you'll leave here is in death's embrace." "Then she dies too!" the witch screamed, raising the knife with murderous intent. But before she could carry out her sinister plan, Damian swiftly intercepted her, forcefully separating her from Vivian. A wicked smirk danced upon Damian's lips as he taunted, "Have you forgotten? I possess superhuman speed." He delved into her mind, seizing control of her right arm—the very arm clutching the knife.

More of Lucas's men emerged from behind crates and barrels, firing relentlessly. Damian’s heart raced, but his focus never wavered. He moved swiftly, ducking behind a stack of boxes, and returned fire. His gunshots were precise, each bullet finding its mark. One of Lucas's men dropped, another fell. The air was thick with smoke and dust as the battle continued. Damian’s heart pounded as he fired again, hitting one of Lucas’s men in the shoulder. The man cried out, stumbling back, but his comrades kept firing. There was no hesitation in Damian’s movements. He was fast, methodical, shooting anyone who came into his line of sight.

The zipper was loud. Too loud. As the assistant unzipped the bag, I stretched my hand toward the glass as if I could freeze time. “Nooooo!” I shouted, my voice cracking. The assistant placed it gently on his hands like it were some forbidden sorcery. Damian stopped mid-sentence, turning to the item in his hand. His gaze narrowed, jaw slowly ticking. There it was. Too late. My eight-inch weapon meant for my private pleasure but now turned into the weapon fashioned against me…stood in all its glory in his hand.

Damian rose to his feet and walked up to where Drevyn stood, taking the baby away from his hold. "Well then," Drevyn said, wanting to walk away since his mission there was finished. But just as he took a few steps, Damian said a statement that troubled his mind. "Thank you, Drevyn. Because of your unconditional love, I have finally laid my hand on the weapon my forefathers couldn't get," Damian said, his voice dripping of sarcasm. Drevyn froze immediately, slowly turning around with his brows arched. "Weapon? What weapon are you talking about?" his voice shook.

Damian said, he knew his friend very well, Stephan nods his head, he has been caught by his friend once more, not that he could not beat the other cubs to a pulp, he just didn’t want to cause any trouble. On their way going to the ceremony they were passing through the corridor when Damian heard some noise he paused and stopped Stephan then he said to Stephan in a low voice “go and call my grandpa tell him to come with the best warriors” Stephan left immediately, he knew his friends was very sharp and would not make serious mistake. Damian walked towards the noise and got to the balcony, he found his father and mother fighting with some assassins, the assassin had just struck a wooden knife

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.

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It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

"Enough. Quit crying. Didn't we already line you up with that old widower? Just marry him and take care of him. You don't need kids." Vanessa covered her face, shaking. "But... I heard that old guy's a total creep—and abusive. He's had a bunch of wives way younger than him. None of them lasted more than a few years... they all died. Compared to that, I'd rather stay with Wade. At least he actually loved me." Jennifer raised her hand to hit her again— The lights cut out. After checking, Darren stomped around, furious. "That jerk Wade cut everything—water, power, gas, internet. He did it on purpose!"