Emotional Damage Guy Novels & Stories

I could feel it like a tectonic shift in the ground under my feet. Maybe she hadn’t given Dorian the contract. Maybe she didn’t even know it had gone missing. Maybe all that confusion, all that devastation in her voice when I accused her—maybe it was real. And maybe I was too fucking damaged to see it in the moment. I ran both hands through my hair and exhaled sharply. “Alright, Sinclair. Pull your head out of your ass.” The damage might already be done. But I wasn’t going to let it stay that way.

If I had thought him an actor before, which I hadn’t, this would have entirely changed my mind. Damien’s grief was clear, and on display for all here to witness. Never in my life had I seen a man so broken. Such a strong, intimidating Alpha brought low because he thought his mate was dead.

I thought for a while and said, “What’s there to be embarrassed about? People are not plants. No one is heartless. The person who once loved you with all his heart suddenly has a fiancee. Other than feeling sad and heartbroken, you will feel unwilling, right?” “Yes, I can’t accept it. When he comes to meet me again, I even hope that he can break up with Gloria.” “It's impossible to break up,” I replied. “What do you mean?” She asked in confusion. “Gloria seemed to have saved Damian before. She has been seriously injured. Now she is still under treatment. She is taking medicine. It is a wound on her head so she can be stimulated. Maybe Damian loves you, but he should also be a person who valu

When I laughed at something Damian whispered in my ear, she threw a cushion at us. “Can you two stop being disgustingly in love for five minutes?” she groaned. “Some of us are still reeling from years of emotional damage.” Damian smirked, pulling me closer, his voice full of mock sympathy. “Oh, I’m sorry, does our happiness offend you?” “Yes,” Charlotte deadpanned. “Deeply.” I bit my lip to stifle a laugh, but Damian only leaned in closer, brushing a kiss against my temple, his voice low and teasing. “Guess you’ll just have to deal with it.”

“This is one of those situations where you’ll forget what you’re angry about ten years from now. But you won’t forget how shitty you feel not having that person in your life anymore. He said he was sorry. Let it go…before he can’t let it go.” My temper flared. “Before he can’t let what go? Everything is his fault. My wife was raped because of him.” “No,” he said calmly. “Your wife was raped because Maddox is an asshole. There was no way Damien could’ve predicted that. I’m not saying the guy is a saint, but we both know he would never intentionally cause you harm.” “Doesn’t fucking matter. He didn’t listen to me…twice.” “Yes, he’s a fucking dumbass. But again, he didn’t do it on purpose. You

He pulls me into him again, and this time it’s slower, not rage, not desperation just the quiet kind of love that trembles through your bones. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs into my hair. “I should’ve been here. I should’ve....” I press a hand to his chest. “Don’t. You came. That’s what matters.” Elio yawns, little fist gripping Damian’s shirt. The sight softens something in him. He smiles — small, raw, but real. “He’s okay,” he whispers. “He’s okay,” I echo. “We both are.” And I know this isn’t the kind of wound that heals just because the villain is gone. Some scars live deeper in the mind, in the nightmares, in the way you flinch when a door slams too loud.

Damien exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at her more directly. His voice lowered slightly, carrying something heavier now. “It’s all my fault. I thought I could handle everything by keeping you here with me. I thought being safe was all you needed.” He shook his head once, frustration flickering briefly through his expression. “But I didn’t realize how badly it was affecting your emotions. And today….” He paused as his voice trailed off, “Today, I realized I couldn’t even keep you safe.” Emily’s chest tightened again—but this time, not because of the dream.

“It was a trap. He wasn’t even that sick. He tried to convince me Marcus is better for me. Said he’d never give his blessing for me to be with you. Called you an old man.” Damien’s arms tightened around me. “I’m sorry. I knew it was a bad idea.” I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. “I should have listened to you.” He cupped my face gently. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.” Instead of just offering a shoulder to cry on, the emotional intensity between us shifted. He kissed me deeply, hands sliding down my body. “I need you,” he murmured against my lips. “Let me make you feel better.”

“The tension outside that door had absolutely nothing to do with love or a romantic spark. It was because we recognized each other. He is the exact same man I left Oakhaven to heal from. He is the ex who cheated on me, broke my spirit, and discarded me like I was worth absolutely nothing.” Ember stood completely paralyzed for a long, agonizing beat, her mind frantically scrambling to process the devastating pieces of the puzzle. The realization that the brother she had spent ten years weeping for was the exact monster who had ruined her best friend’s life smashed into her reality with a crushing weight.

I wasn’t cold; I had suppressed my emotions so much that it was all coming to a head. “Oh no you don’t.” Damian said as he pulled me into a hug. His arms captured me, holding me close to him as the pain shot through me. I was worried about my dad and mom. Mila was just attacked and I was helpless through it all. A soft fabric touched my skin. Looking around, Damian had carried me to my room. I didn’t even realize I was being carried. “What?” “Your body is finally processing all the emotions you try to hide. It isn’t healthy.” Damian was stroking my back. Goosebumps fallowed everywhere his fingers went.