Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

They soon left the room silently, leaving Damian and Yara standing in the middle of a tense silence. "You want to know why?" Damian finally spoke, his tone low and cold. "Because the most important person in my life just disappeared, due to the negligence of those fools." Yara frowned. "Who's missing?" Damian looked at Yara sharply, as if trying to read her mind. "My mom," he answered simply. Yara was surprised, but she hid it well. "Your mom? So, this is all about your mom?" Damian didn't answer, just walked over to the window and looked out. "You wouldn't understand."

Damien looked at Wayne, who was standing in front of him, and did not understand what he was going to do. "If you go back, does it mean that Stella is not pregnant? Does it mean that you are called Stella's sister-in-law?" Hearing Wayne's words, Damien stopped, turned to the sofa, and fell directly. "Wayne, tell me, what should I do?" "Do I have to watch the woman I like and the child I give birth to call me cousin?" Damien's muffled voice reached Wayne's ears.

How the heck was that even possible? “How— “Apparently Damian’s mother had him before she met the then alpha but gave him up for adoption. Damian is furious and he is lashing out at his mother, being mean and calling her all sorts of names. I do not care the pain he is going through but that woman does not deserve what he is doing to her. She is the sweetest person ever”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Like she’d just remembered why she’d rejected me in the first place. “Your mother was once a prostitute on Allen Street as far as I can remember,” I suddenly snapped back and the table went dead silent. Damian's face turned purple. “What did you just say?” I pinned him with a steely gaze. “She was a prostitute and your father was a deadbeat drunk. Did you think nobody would know about it? Damian’s face contorted in shock. I smirked. “What—did—you—say?” Damian growled again, leaning forward.

He sat at the table as she began to lay out the dishes, his father helping her with the process. “Now tell me why you’re back here,” His mother said. Damien exchanged a glance with his father before he cleared his throat “Just here to handle a few businesses, that’s all. I bet you’re happy to see me” He teased her. His mother blushed, letting the pink stain her cheeks “You know I am. Why didn’t you come with Jane?” his mother asked. He was still for a while not sure how to answer the question. His mother had been fond of her, she wouldn’t take the truth very well.

But, it was a complete failure. Damian was locked in his room, writing a song he was having trouble finishing. Dozens of rough sheets were strewn on the ground. He lost his inspiration as soon as he left Avery, and he couldn't produce any more beats without struggling. Someone knocked at the door. “Damian, can I come in?” “Yeah mom, come in.” His mother was a beautiful lady, and she looked like the feminine version of her son. Pale skin, short black hair, small feline eyes, and thin lips.

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

"Yes, she was..." "Damian I know you are angry with me and i accept that sometimes I became too intolerable but whatever I am doing or saying is just for your sake, I care for you son..." He placed his hand on Damian's shoulder trying to make him understand... "I know father..." Damian said and his phone rang... "They are here, lets go..." He and Alexander stood up and walked outside to meet Isabella's family. "Damian, how are you my child..." A lady said in her motherly voice who was standing in the living room, her hair was black and short with average height and light Blue eye, she was in her mid age. When she saw Damian, she hugged him and he returned the hug...

No… no…no! Selene No!” My mom shouted as she paced the small space of the living room. I had finally told her about what Damian's father had said to me about getting married to Damian. “What did you do?!” She placed her hands on her head. “Why do you think I never want to bring you in to help even when I need it? What have you done?!”