Dammit Janet Novels & Stories

Damon “Damn it! My thoughts are a mess.” I muttered. I was in my study trying to clear my head by doing anything possible. But I was pissed that Annie would still attempt to form a bond with me after everything that had transpired between us. I couldn’t wrap my head around why she wouldn’t understand that I don’t give a damn about her anymore. She was just there for numbers and I expected her to know it. The next time she was going to attempt such a thing, I would definitely not take it easy on her, I frowned.

“How could I forget?” “I don’t know how you forgot,” Damian said dryly, clearly having heard me. “But you better hurry before Alpha Hades decides to burn down the entire estate—or worse, fire me. I don’t deserve this, Anita.” “I’m on my way,” I said quickly, grabbing my bag and rushing toward the door. “Just—try to keep him from doing anything drastic until I get there.” “No promises,” Damian replied before hanging up with a dramatic sigh. ---

“The man inside the garden said you were taking me abroad Alice?” “Don’t you want to go abroad? I’m going to leave, but I can’t leave you here alone.” “Am i going with that middle aged gentleman?” Janet blinked. “Huh?” Alice was stunned for a moment before realizing Janet was referring to Damian. Damian was about to turn forty, so Janet assumed he was middle-aged. Alice could not stop laughing and said, “Yes, we will leave with him, but we won’t leave with him. So don’t worry.”

“I don’t even hope you die these days, I hope you live until eighty-five these days. Regretting that you ever lied these days, I hope it’s eating you alive these days. I hope you're up late in the bathroom, just wishing I’ma change my mind and come back soon. I hope that when you’re thirty-five you still wish that you tried to, because I know that I do” I can’t believe how the words of a song coming out of her mouth destroy me. “Well, damn”, her friend Char says. “Have you ever seen Amory angry”? “I’ve seen her in loads of compromising situations, but never angry. No”, he says. “That’s a scary fucking look on her, and I pity the person on the receiving end of that”! They both look back at me

It was Clara, battling back with each ounce of strength she had remaining. “Ethan!” Clara’s voice broke through the entity’s control, her eyes locking onto his. “You have to destroy me! It’s the only way!” Ethan's heart smashed at her words, but he knew she was right. The entity was utilizing her as its anchor, and as long as it had her, it would proceed to develop in power. With tears gushing down his face, Ethan raised his weapon, his hand trembling. “I'm very sorry, Clara,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotions.

"I'm saying that Jackson Maddox and Liam Sinclair are the victims here. And anyone who tries to paint them otherwise will hear from our legal team." The broadcast cut to a commercial. Jackson felt something tight in his chest loosen. "I need to call him. Thank him." "He's a good man," Liam said quietly. Janet was grinning. "He just told the entire world to fuck off on your behalf. That's friendship." They were all silent for a moment, processing. Then Janet started laughing. "What's funny?" Jackson asked, glancing at her. "Nothing. Just—" She was scrolling through her phone. "You need to hear this." She turned up the radio and switched to a different station.

She asked, before taking a sip of her drink. “It’s nothing special. You pay and find out.” He replied as he winked. She laughed again. “Damien…” he hopped up pretty quickly as he tried to be smooth, but he was acting as if he was doing something wrong once his big sister walked over. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Janet apologized trying not to laugh. “Miko, this is my sister, Janet Sanders. This is Julissa’s intern, Miko Keith.” Damien introduced. Janet shook her hand.

“And because you deserve better than a first time you’ll regret.” Tears pricked my eyes. Damn him. Damn his words. Damn his restraint. “You’re—confusing,” I whispered. “Good.” His smirk was faint. “It means you’ll think about me tomorrow.”

"Let's hide here. They won't notice us. I created this space for moments like this." Catherine said, as she helped me inside the drum which covered me entirely, but it smelled of grease and I didn't mind being covered with grease. "Janet." We heard Vincent say, and right now, he was in the same room with us. "Fuck, Janet, who did this to you?" He screamed so loudly that it sent jolts of fear through my body and the images of Janet laying down dead. "Find her. She hasn't gotten far already." ## DAMON

After a long pause, Damien whispered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Mr. Smith, despite his usual stern demeanor, placed a hand on Damien’s shoulder. “You’re overwhelmed. But we’ll figure it out.” “I don’t want to hurt anyone,” Damien murmured, his voice barely audible. Rachel and Mr. Smith exchanged another glance, their concern deepening. Rachel pulled the blanket up to his chin and patted his arm. “Sleep it off for now. We’ll talk in the morning.” Damien’s breathing began to even out as the alcohol and exhaustion pulled him into a restless sleep. Rachel sat by his side for a while, her hand still on his arm, while Mr. Smith stood silently near the door, his expression unreadable.