Doing Harm Novel Novels & Stories

Nothing in this world matters. I scavenge. I attack. I kill. Day in. Day out. --- Most of the pages were missing. Destroyed by the weather… or by something else. I closed the book, my hands trembling. Then, suddenly, I threw it across the room. Damien barely ducked in time. "Iris, I didn’t know you went through so much." His voice was quiet, careful. "It seems like blacking out was a survival instinct for you. But now… we know what happens when you black out."

She wondered what it was going to be, whether turning her into a sex slave or an actual slave. " You're of no use to me and don't consider this as help or anything, don't let your head entertain stupid thoughts, I thought you were wiser than that," He said. She couldn't deny the fact that his words hurt her. He was definitely not going to treat her well and she was no use to him. She wondered what he was going to do to her there and it made her heart beat so fast. She was beginning to get scared of him and wished she would just jump out of the car and run very far away.

he informs further. “How does Black lose April?” I ask a bit perplexed, because Black is suppose to be the best of the best. Benedict sighs again, the movement more magnified. He must be walking around. Then it becomes quiet again, the silence soon replaced by his voice. “She is more cunning and street smart than we had thought. Our mistake was to underestimate her. But for a woman who has been involved with a man like Hoffman for almost a decade, we should have known better. She just seem so naive and innocent. Clearly, looks can be deceiving,” he scoffs, and I can tell he is annoyed and a little agitated.

I whisper painful. "I'm so sorry, Rose," genuine remorse. Rose's gaze lifts surprised by my sincerity. "Go on," I encourage longing to understand. "What changed?" Rose takes a deep breath explaining. "Meeting Claire," my sister's name evokes memories. "She's innocent," Rose says pure and kind. "Unlike us." Truth in her words. "You hurt her," Rose says firm, "through me." Rose's voice firm. "I realized my revenge would harm innocent people." Conviction in her tone.

“I don’t know, he is a vampire right, don’t they eat and kill people?” “I don’t think we should be judging people we don’t know.” Zylith replies curtly and it hits home, I am doing the same thing as other people have and I really do want to help. I don’t know if I want to help to impress the people, to impress Cain or to make myself feel better but either way the reason is selfish. Zylith breathes out a heavy breath and pushes her pretty curls back behind her ear. “He won’t hurt us. I am sure.”

Serena cried out, “They’re breaking through!” The Sorority Wing – Connected Building They had no choice but to push forward. The dorms were connected by a skybridge. As they crossed, Damien froze. A group of infected sorority girls — including one he had fed from consensually just two nights ago — charged them. Their once-beautiful faces were twisted, designer clothes ripped and bloody. Damien moved like a ghost. He snapped necks with cold efficiency, but each kill carved another piece out of him. “They were innocent,” he whispered after the last one fell. “This virus doesn’t care about bloodlines or covens or packs. It takes everything.”

He is older, more skilled, and much more ruthless than him. Damion can’t see what is happening between Tyrus and Garrit because it is taking everything he has to hold Carl back. The book they are fighting over is lying on the ground unceremoniously. Carl delivers a well-placed punch at Damion’s jaw, and he feels it break as blood spatters out of his mouth and pains shoot through his body, but he manages to not fall to the ground and aims a kick at Carl which hits his abdomen. He goes a few steps back but then returns with even more vigor. He grabs Damion by the neck, throws him on the ground, and jumps over him to keep him pinned there with his knees and hands.

“did he hurt you?” Damien stated, his voice flat, but a muscle twitched in his jaw. “I’m okay.” I whispered, though I wasn’t. I felt violated, terrified, and strangely protected. It was a confusing maelstrom of emotions. He opened the first aid kit, taking out an antiseptic wipe and cleaning his own knuckles with a detached efficiency. The skin was broken, already purpling. “You should let me do that,” I said, finding my voice.

Then I met his eyes. “So what if I did?” I said slowly, voice soft but edged like a blade. “Are you here to scold me… or to stop me?” Shane stared at me, torn between admiration and fury. A reply I bet he didn't see coming. “You could’ve gotten hurt,” he hissed. “Do you even realize who you’re messing with?” “I’m not messing,” I replied, walking past him. “I’m dismantling. There’s a difference.” He followed, his voice rising. “Lovia, this isn’t some game. These people are dangerous. If they find out it’s you—”

I say and Damian hugs me from behind. "I'm sorry, just keep rinsing it," he says and I do as he says. After a few rinses it's feeling a bit better so Damian gets me to turn around so he can look at my eye. "It's very red but it looks okay. I'll get something for you to hold over it." He gets me some tissue with warm water and holds it over my eye. "Why does this keep happening to us? First you hit your head and now I get your cum in my eye. You are bad luck," I say and he laughs.