Novel & Cerita Dammit He Got Me

Damian sat there, the throbbing pain and heat of anger escalating as Clinton’s laughter stung his heart like he was stabbed with a sharpened dagger “Bastard!" Damian cursed when he heard Emily’s groggy voice over the phone, “If you touch her I swear you are a dead man,” He growled, springing to his feet.

It’s a sudden reaction and it shakes me. He gives me a knowing smile, murmuring, “You’ll find out later.” He takes my hand and when he tries to pull me with him, I dig my heels in, my heart pounding, “That old witch, did you-?” This time when Damion turns to look at me, he looks displeased, “She was one of mine. I would never have harmed her.” I open my mouth to ask what he means by ‘one of mine’ but he looks over my shoulder and a mildly irritated expression crosses his face, “Come on. They seem to have discovered that you are missing.”

Just in case. Damn it!

I ended up two blocks away from Ethan and the other vamp. Edmund, still holding me, was only disoriented for a second. But I made the most of that second. I managed to elbow him in the solar plexus and pull away from his grasp. He lunged at me and I dodged him. I grasped the handle of my knife and reached up to stab him. And then, blackness. I recalled something, someone, smash me onto the floor, hard. My head made contact with concrete and after that I have no idea what happened.

and at me. Damn, Matt will be pissed...

Every street looked the same, blurred into nothing, his mind stuck on one image — Miriam in the pool of her own blood. He pulled into the gate and sat there for a long moment before he got out. The house was quiet. Too quiet. He walked through the sitting room and into his study and stood there for a second before he hit the wall with his fist. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Damien?” He said it out loud to himself. He had promised her. He had sat in that hospital bed months ago and looked her in the eyes and promised he would never put his hands on her again. He had meant it. He had meant every word of it at that moment.

“If you mess up… if you try to run… if you try to contact the press… I will ruin you. I will take everything. Your mom’s house. Your sister’s college fund. Your reputation. And then I will throw you on the street.” Tears pricked my eyes. Hot. Stinging. But I refused to let them fall. Not in front of him. Never in front of him. He had seen me cry once, three years ago, when I broke up with him. He wouldn’t see it again. I would not give him that satisfaction. “I’ll sign,” I said. My voice was steady, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Damian’s smile widened. It was terrifying. It was the smile of a man who had won.

The night my destiny was broken. I stood frozen as the memory replayed itself, cruel and merciless. Damian’s eyes met mine—golden, proud, unreadable. The bond that had just snapped into existence pulsed between us, and I could feel my own heartbeat echoing in the silence before he spoke the words that had haunted me for years. “I, Damian Blackwood, reject you.” His voice cut through me like steel, and the crowd’s murmurs became daggers in my ears. I remembered the taste of humiliation, the burn of tears, the scream I never let out.

Dammit. I'm the Luna.

Was I doomed to never find a mate after that human? Goddammit! That damn human has destroyed me.