Damian X Flatline Novels & Stories

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

Damian was sprawled on the ground, his suitcase half on top of him. Without thinking, I reached down to help him up but he slapped my hand away, hard. “Don’t touch me.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re throwing a tantrum because you tripped? Seriously?” I tried again, sorry big mistake. “Jesus Christ, Caldris!” Damian exploded, eyes blazing. “Fuck off and stop touching me!” The irritation that had been simmering in me all day flared hot. I glared down at him and shot back, “Alright, alright, princess. I’m not touching you.”

His expression is unreadable. The room slowly quiets. He adjusts the microphone. “Good evening.” His voice is calm and almost cold. “There appears to be a misunderstanding.” he says The reporters immediately begin shouting again. He waits patiently until they settle down. Then he continues. “Miss Victoria Hale made today's announcement without my knowledge or consent.” My eyes widened. The room behind the cameras falls completely silent. Damien doesn't hesitate. “To be perfectly clear…” He pauses. “I am not engaged.” Even the news anchors stop talking.

He confesses calmly " Then let me in. Please I need help my daughter is sick" I beseech him before hearing a car horn. He hurries off to open it, letting a black SUV drive out and I know only it too well, who it belongs to, Darrick. As the car drives out I hurrily stand in its path in an effort to gain an audience. " What is the meaning of this rubbish Vixen?" Darrick yells angrily as he alights from the car, with his new found lover Sapphire.

It was the first time he had touched her with anything other than cold calculation since her return. “He is a Kade,” Damian whispered, his voice a low, primal growl that sounded like a prayer and a command all at once. “He does not quit. Fight, Elias. Fight.” On the third shock, the flatline broke. A jagged, irregular rhythm appeared on the screen. The screaming alarm settled back into a rapid, frantic beep-beep-beep.

Trusting it means letting Damian gamble on it, and I have watched too many of my own certainties turn to ash tonight to be sure of anything I feel in the dark. Damian gets me down to the nursery floor and goes to his knees with me, one arm cradling my head off the boards, a silver-tipped autoinjector already in his other hand. His thumb works against the trigger guard. His eyes stay fixed on the readout strapped to my wrist that tracks the heartbeat under my ribs. The wrongness in his face is the thing that drags me the last of the way back into myself. I have seen this man order a wing erased without a change in his pulse. I have never seen him look the way he looks now, reading a flat line

he bowed, "it won't happen again." "Just check on her," Damien said, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to do anything irrational, but it was getting difficult minute by minute. The pack doctor did a routine check up and prescribed some drugs for her. Which he made sure were injected immediately so as for it to start taking effect. "So, what's your diagnosis?" Damien asked impatiently, he was at the verge of tearing himself apart.

"If something happens to me, you run. You take whatever money you can and you disappear. You live the life Matteo wanted for you. Away from all this blood and darkness." "Nothing's going to happen to you." "Promise me." His eyes are desperate now. "Please." "I promise," I whisper. Damian smiles, peaceful for the first time since I've known him. "Good. That's good." His eyes start to close. Dr. Chen steps forward, checking his vitals. "He's going under. The drug will keep him sedated for a few hours." I watch Damian's face relax into sleep. He looks younger like this, vulnerable. The feared crime lord reduced to just a man carrying too much pain.

“Will he wake up.” Victor remained silent for several seconds. Then finally answered. “Yes.” A pause followed. “But not as what he was.” Evelyn did not care about that. Not now. “Then he wakes up.” The technician adjusted the monitor beside Damian. “His vitals are stabilizing slightly.” Evelyn leaned closer immediately. “Damian.” Nothing answered her. Time stretched. Too long. Too quiet. Then something moved. Small. Almost invisible. His fingers shifted slightly against hers.

“I will attempt to connect with it in the office but the cell phones seem to have a longer reach.” I give her a quiet thanks as Damian starts sitting up allowing the sheet and the robe to slide off his body. He sways unsteadily as brief whines escape his throat. He’s struggling to stay upright but still manages long enough for me to place the monitoring stickers while he takes the medication. Hooking up the leads goes just as fast and he’s laying back down before Angela leaves. “How long will he be like this?” Lilly asks as Damian continues to struggle with the pain.