Novel & Cerita Damian X Flatline

Some even sank low enough to suggest she was involved in an improper relationship with the two men. But those malicious voices were quickly silenced, for even the most casual onlookers refused to let anyone tarnish the names of two distinguished figures who had contributed so greatly. ******* In Haleigh Hospital, Eve asked with genuine concern, "How are you feeling, Damian? Are you doing any better now?" “Damian, do you still feel unwell anywhere?" Sophia asked softly. The day before, Damian had been so enraged that he'd vomited blood. The doctor assured them it wasn't serious but warned him to rest, keep calm, and avoid anger.

Our bodyguards created a path for us, and Damian led me inside the car. I could feel the dark waves emitting from Damian. He was angry, and trying to control himself. He removed his phone from his pockets, and dialed a number. “I don't want them arrested yet. Take them to the den.” He said curtly. Then he gently pulled me onto his chest. I felt a tear drop on my forehead. Damian was crying… We cried together. “You don't have to worry, she'll be better in a few days,” the doctor said to Damian. I was on the bed, and Damian was seated beside me.

“Calm down, he’s ok. You both were transferred back to the City since you couldn’t stay in Zach’s territory for long. But…” “But?” Evelyn asked, her heartbeat accelerating. Nina bit her lip, not sure if she should tell Evelyn. Damian’s surgery was a success but the doctors had failed to wake him up. They said his life was hanging by a thred. Sensing her hesitation, Evelyn grabbed her arms and shook her. “Tell me!” “Ok, I’ll tell you. Chill.” Nina relented after being shaken repeatedly. She sighed and stroked Evelyn’s hair in an attempt to comfort her. “Damian, he is in a coma Eve. The doctors said they don’t know when he will wake up....” Nina trailed her words then added in a low voice. “If

Damian sounded a little breathless. He hung up. As I lay on the freezing floor, I stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and I started laughing. ‘Damian, you told me before that mafia members never cried. They only shed blood,’ I thought. Since he wanted a perfect puppet, I would prepare a perfect funeral for myself. … When I woke up in the hospital, Chester was sitting beside me. “You almost died. Did you know that you have severe pancreatitis? Where’s Damian? He didn’t even come to sign the papers.” He tossed a medical report in front of me.

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

“He won’t win.” “But he’ll try.” I folded my arms. “And we both know Martin doesn’t bluff.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then I added, “What happened between you two? The Black Highlands?” “He ambushed me,” Damien said, voice like gravel. “I killed his Beta and nearly ripped him apart. He escaped with half his ribs broken. But he never forgave that.” I exhaled slowly. “So now he wants revenge. And leverage. And—”

Staring directly in his face I prayed Priya would keep herself low, to not give away any emotion with tell-tale pink shards in my eyes. “Look, you know he threatened me before the Ceremony, he’s attacked one of Cillian’s Beta’s too. He’s not right…he’s too flawed,” before he placed his hand on mine. I quenched a flinch, enduring his hold, noticing him adding a stroke of his thumb along the top.

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################

Vincent's pov Thursday 20th May 2021 ****************************** "I'm infertile," I tell Damian. I'm dead. I'm literally dead. He is going to kill me. "I'm so sorry," Damian says as I keep my head buried in my hands. "What the fuck do I do?" I ask as I look up to see him looking just as worried as I am. "You could stay here," he suggests. "He will find me if I don't go home. And I can't keep pretending we're trying to get Alessandra pregnant if I know It'll never work," I say as my hands start to shake.

A tiny spark shoots up my arm. Ridiculous. Inconvenient. Dangerous. But real. I sip slowly, letting the cool water soothe my dry throat. “Did the doctor come?” I ask, once the glass lowers from my lips. “Yes.” Damian pulls the chair closer to the bed and sits, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped. “He examined you. It was a combination of stress and the alcohol. He prescribed medication. You fainted.” Fainted. God. Wonderful. Another embarrassing addition to the list.