Novel & Cerita Damian X Flatline

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

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?..."

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.

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.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

“You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?” Elena’s face burned. “I’m fine. What do you need?” Damon’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I need you to stop pretending you didn’t cum like a slut on my fingers in that alley. Sit down and take notes.” All day he was worse than usual , more demanding. But every time she bent over to grab a file, his eyes devoured her ass. Every time she crossed her legs, he stared at her thighs like he wanted to spread them right there.

"But I was wrong. You're just selfish, and even when you're kind, it's calculated. If I hadn't saved your life, would you ever have come back to beg me?" When I finished, Damian, a man over six feet tall, suddenly seemed to lose all support and slowly crumpled. "I-I swear I'll change, Carla." That was when Ryder kicked the locked door of the private room open and yelled, "Damian, I warned you to stay away from Carla, didn't I?" He rolled up his sleeves and seemed ready to strike his fists on Damian, but the latter looked completely resigned. He stood rooted to the spot and waited for the blow.

Damian sighed. He packed his first aid items back into the box. Everyone stared at him expectantly. Dominic fell asleep minutes after he was injected. "I sedated her.." Damian said. "I'm afraid he might need a psychiatrist once he wakes up," He added, and they all stared at him in disbelief. "And he might not...but seeing how he behaved not too long ago, it seems his brain is in shock, I don't know how much shock it is..that's the reason I'm not so clear about him visiting a psychiatrist or not once he wakes up.