Damned Novel Novels & Stories

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

yet he did not want to believe it. "I believe Miss Lana's accident from eight years ago was not a mere accident sir." Liam said in a quiet and sad voice, aware of the weight his words carried and the pain associated with it. Damien let out a ragged breath as he raked his hand through his head. He was breathing hard, with rage filled tears burning behind his eyes. "Ugh!" He yelled, as he stood up suddenly, and rammed his fist into the row of shelves behind him. The shelves crumbled and tons of heavy books fell on the floor with a crash, some having their pages torn and the heavy covers frayed.

I wanted to say something. "I didn't mean to." I blurted out. "But trust me, it's not like that." I lied. "It's not Damon's fault that I cried yesterday night." I added. "So he's the one who made you cry last night?" He already caught on. He's so smart. "No,no." I said immediately. "He's not the one, today was just a misunderstanding." I lied. "But you seemed scared." He added. "I.."I stuttered. "Whatever it was, just be careful okay?" He said and I nodded.

~LEXI~ “One wrong move, and I was dead.” The thought flashed through my mind as I stepped inside the Esposito mansion. The mansion glowed under the night sky, too perfect, too calm for the danger hidden inside. It felt like a trap, the kind of place where power and secrets mixed, and one mistake could cost me everything.

All this chaos—every crack in my company right now, every moment I’ve spent trying to clean this up and figure out a way to maneuver this mess—it all leads back to her. And she had the nerve… the audacity to look straight into the CCTV and smile—like she wasn’t the storm tearing everything apart. Like she hadn’t just lit a match, dropped it on a house drenched in gasoline, and casually boarded a flight while the flames devoured everything in her wake. Oh, she’ll pay for it. In blood. What a fucking joke this will be when the truth gets out— The great unraveling of Damien’s empire began because he had a one-night stand… with a woman.

leftover scraps of bad memories that he didn’t bother taking with him when he disappeared. Dante wasn’t a good dad. He wasn’t a good man. Heck, he wasn’t even a decent human being. Whenever he got the chance, he’d hit Mom, forcing me to hide under the bed, clamping my own hands over my mouth, listening to the sounds of things breaking and Mom screaming.

In the virus snow, losing heat from their bodies until ultimately falling unconscious was exceptionally simple. After everybody had eaten wheat porridge, the witches gathered their packs and began moving along. As per Cara's guess, the supposed Doors of Misery, was as a matter of fact, the doorway to the Blessed Mountain. The Congregation purposely changed its name to Damnation to keep the witches from tracking down the Sacred Mountain. As per the Old Books, they expected to cross a sum of three stone entryways, the last line before the savage terrains. As a rule, they were concealed somewhere down in the ground, just during the blood moon, would the stone doors rise to the top. After they h

I said, punctuating the last word with a smile, then walked upstairs to my room Bitch!! But the moment I closed the door to my room, I opened it again and stepped outside, deciding that today would be a great day to read the third book in the Born in Trilogy. I followed the hallway to the library, humming quietly, as I traced the stack of books until I got the one I was looking for. Born in shame, by Nora Roberts. There. You might be a way better company than anyone else in this house. I took the book and turned on my heels but stopped when I saw Damian leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

The cold was freezing, Ana was merely on a silk blue gown, off-the shoulder; showcasing her delicate collarbone which was adorned with pearls to her ears and a net arms glove. She shivers gently under the cold night breeze, until she caught Dam's scent it scents of dominance as his masculine figure strode into the orchard. "Alpha Dam!" Ana called with a bright smile as her heart thuds fast, His handsomeness captivating as usual, so tall and imposing, exuding an effortless charm that was as captivating as it was dangerous, his rugged strong masculine jawline and a razor-sharp nose, fixed to a broad. "I trust you wouldn't dare leave, I was right" Damian said with a smirk as he walked towards h

—------------------------- Genevieve, I am pained to inform you that whilst tracking down our parents murderer we suffered losses. Anton Jackon, Manée Primo, James Primo and Damien Danvers were savagely killed on the border between our two packs. I know this will upset you, but I have further news. The person who killed them was Nikolai. It was confirmed by villagers of his bloodied state and naked form after. We do not know how it turned violent but four friends are dead at the hand of White Forest.