Damian X Flatline Novels & Stories

Damian shouted, and Emma rolled her eyes and pushed him outside the room. “The doctor said it was a paracetamol overdose. Her body couldn't support such an amount of pills, but now she's alright. They treated her well.” “That's a relief!” Tom put his hand on his heart. “But where the hell were you?!” Emma shouted at Damian. “I was at the studio,”

His grip tighten a little bit more, crushing my wrist as he dragged me, almost throwing me down the remaining flight of stairs. “Bitch.” he sneered, pushing me into the floor beside the bloody, kneeling guy Bast was torturing a while ago. Luckily, I had braced myself early, enough to save myself from swimming on the floor. I glared at Matias before I turn my gaze towards Bast. But the moment Bast saw me, the world seemed to stop as he turns a shade paler than the ghost. “Diana?” At the mention of my biological mother's name, the alarm in my head had gone off into a frenzy. My tongue seemed to glue itself at the top of my mouth, rendering me unable to say anything.

I don’t think so. Damian eyed her with the same astonishment he would have shown had the dragon in question just landed on his polished deck. You are angry with me?’ ‘Furious. Livid.’ ‘Then that makes two of us.’ He snapped out the words. ‘But before we have this conversation I want the doctor to check you over. You had a nasty blow to the head. Do you have a headache? Blurred vision?’ ‘I’m seeing you perfectly clearly, Damian, and believe me you are not looking good.’

Damon’s POV Damon Montague sat across from Harrison Kendrick, his eyes locked on the older man's face. Kendrick's expression was calm, but Damon could see the tension in his shoulders. "So, Mr. Kendrick," Damon said, his voice smooth as silk. "I understand you're looking to make a deal." Kendrick nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I am. I want to expand my business, and I need your help to do it." Damon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'm listening."

Then—beep. A weak heartbeat blinked back on the screen. Relief crashed over the room. Nurses exhaled. But Adrian didn’t stop. He kept his hand over hers, whispering, “Fight, Aria. Just fight.” Outside the ER, Damian paced the corridor like a caged animal. His blazer was off, shirt sleeves rolled up, his hair a mess from running his hands through it over and over. Every second the door stayed closed, the fury in his chest burned hotter but the fact that he doesn’t know what is wrong exactly and made everyone in despair makes him mad.

"The things you said about us, I took them as a kid talking without thinking. I never treated them as real." He looked at her steadily. "And honestly, the only reason I was even willing to be kind to you, from the beginning, was because you looked like her. The way she was when she was young. Before I broke her." Nina's breath cut out. She dropped back onto the bed, shaking her head. "No, no, you promised—" "You can't—" Damian called the nurse, turned around, and left. He never came back. He resigned from every position in the Coronelli family. The Don, old now and furious, hurled a glass across the room. Damian knelt, touched his forehead to the floor three times, and laid the family ring o

he continued, “you would treat me like a crazy man. But you don’t. You look at me like someone who once loved me… and now hates me.” Silence filled the room again. “Get out,” Sheina hissed. Damian didn’t move. “Leave now, or I’ll call the police,” Sheina continued. “I have connections in the media. Don’t think the Xavier name can silence everything.” Damian still didn’t move. Instead, he scanned the room, as if searching for something. Leon. But the connecting room door was tightly closed. “I’ll go,” Damian finally said. He straightened his clothes calmly.

I tried to lift my fingers when one of the nurses screamed, "doctor she just moved her hand. The doctor came to my bedside and started another routine of checks up. Moments later, I heard the nurses telling people not to disturb me, they were Beatrice Lucas and Damian. Damian sat on my right, Beatrice on my left while Lucas stood at another end. Damian look exhausted with bloodstains on his shirt, he had a little bandage on his wrist. He took my hand and said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should have left you angry, please forgive me." I opened my eyes and saw his head was down. "Damian" I called out, my voice still faint and weak, but loud enough for those with me to hear.