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"How are you feeling?" Belle asked. 

"Dead." I replied honestly. 

"We would take you out right now but I don't think you'd want that." Belle replied. 

"You guys can go out. I don't want to ruin your guys's fun." 

"Was That even proper English?" I heard a deep voice say. I looked over at Damien who had a small smile on his face and was looking down at me. 

"Oh my god. I thought you were dead for the past three days." I hugged him carefully. 

"I've been out for three days? Wow. Seemed like an hour." He laughed a little, scrunching his face from pain.
          
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Metanoia by imaginationelves

"Black looks good on you, Acacia" My breath hitched as I gradually turned around only to see Damien leaning against the door, smirking at my lingerie-clad figure. His hands tucked deep inside his pockets, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. His thumb playing with the wedding ring on his left hand. A mischievous smirk settled on his lips. A horrified scream left my mouth as I yelled, "D-Damien! Get out!" I covered my chest, almost frantic but he doesn't want me sane, he is driving me crazy! Damien chuckled, lowly, swiftly locking the door, walking closer to me as I moved back, knocking my hairspray down to the ground. His arm wrapped around my bare waist as his hands traced down my back, picking me up and placing me onto the countertop. "Damien, stop" I whispered, lowering my gaze as his fingers slid my strap off my shoulder before his lips trailed down my neck, softly breathing on my sensitive skin. His slender fingers gripping onto my hair, gathering them into a bunch My hands resting on his bare chest before I moved them to his collarbone and his neck. "Save your screams for later, Mrs McKnight" ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ Damien McKnight, 23-years-old, famous lawyer, handsome, calm, playful, prudent, and curse words, is like oxygen. Acacia Russell, 21 years old, beautiful, chirpy, softhearted, diligent dentist in training, sensitive, and allergic to curse words. Do opposites really attract? What will happen when both broken souls with traumatic and useless relationship experiences meet? Read to find out! Started: 3rd July 2021 Ended: 18th August 2021 Word count: 80,000 - 90,000 words

Castle in the City by lia2wavy

"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

Rosaline by adieexoxo

Rosaline sage Emerson a sweetheart who just wants to see a smile on everyone's faces. After graduating high school and moving to Seattle to live with her aunt, she is determined to continue her education and find her very own version of happiness in the new place. Damian Alaric villarey, he's a guy you look at from afar but don't go close to. He has an inner circle that he somewhat tolerates but, other than that he's always alone. His mother left him and his father was barely there. He grew up only having himself and he's always been content with that. When they meet Rosaline finds another soul to love and Damian finds a girl he's interested in. She finds what she's always longed for, unconditional love. He finds what he never knew he needed someone to have a home in, someone to love him. ** "So that's why I think black widows cool and I'm basically her, I mean. Spiders don't scare me" I shrug and lean back. "You woke me up at 3 in the morning to kill one in the bathroom last week" Damian points out. "He's lying. My bud here, has an issue with lies" I put a hand to my heart shaking my head slowly. Sam chuckles lightly and I lean my head against Damians shoulder. "Damian, lying is a disease" Josh instigates. "Fuck off" the grump mumbles. He's a sweetheart with a foul language. My sweetheart! **

Damien the Wolf: Book 1: Trust in Me by Sabrina_1104

"This way," Damien said. He led me outback and into the woods a little where the dream of my mom came back into my mind, but when Damien started to take his clothes off, I backed away. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Do you trust me?" He asked with just his pants on. My eyes stayed on him and I nodded. My hand hid my eyes as he took of his pants and stood in his boxers. I kept my hand there and suddenly I felt a wetness on my hand. A high pitched scream left my lips as I backed up and fell. There was a wolf the size of a car in front of me. It was a dark brown. His head hung low and he put his large paws at my feet. His front body crouched down so we were at eye level. My heart raced and my stomach dropped to the ground. My chest raised and lowered at a fast pace and I wanted to scream again. "D-Damien?" I asked softly after I looked into those deep blue, almost black eyes. He lowered his head even more and put it on my knees.

Damian (Rewriting) by Rickyy178

He approached me and leaned down so that we were eye to eye. "Don't fuck with me, I asked you nicely the first time to leave. Would hate to tell you a second time because I won't be so nice." His lips were so close to mine, I just wanted to kiss him. He pulled away from me and said, "Leave Nadia, you'll regret it if you don't." "What if I don't want to?" I asked boldly. He stared at me with amusement. "I will think you're a crazy bitch." He laughs. His laugh is contagious. "Maybe I am." I took a step towards him. He didn't move an inch the closer I got to him. My body was pressed against his, but he didn't react the way I wished he did. "You're so hardheaded, aren't you?" He questions while caressing my face with his hands. "That's a dangerous trait for a pretty girl like yourself." His tone was serious.

Home Isn't A Place by unforgettwble71

Home Isn't A Place. In a post-apocalyptic world infested with infected creatures that were once human, Wren Levy and her best friend Belle Rose survive the apocalypse. Or so we hope. They grow to adapt to the new circumstances and situation they must outlive. And although it's hard, friendship keeps their heads high. On a quest to find necessities and food, they run into another duo not quite as chaotic as them. Let's hope they beat the shit out of the upcoming events. //// "Okay, you go first." She gestured to the latch. I looked back at her, "why don't you go first?" "Because I'm older then you." By a month and a day... "Shouldn't that mean you go first, Miss responsibility." I smirked. There was a moment of silence between the two of us. This happens a lot, we just don't say anything, yet it says so much. "Just go before I shove you down." She laughed shoving me a little. I giggled and opened the latch, aiming my gun down, "it looks clear." I carefully climbed down the latter and aimed my gun immediately. "Any of you fuckers out here?" I asked, circling my vision around the hideout. "Is it good?" I heard Belle ask from inside. "Yes, you can come down your highness." I laughed, watching as she made her way down. "Thanks, peasant." She smirked. //// Just read it dude, it was fun to write since it's based off of me and my best friend.

The Billionaire's Pregnant Ex Wife | ✔️ by kxshintia

(WARNING: This is my first story btw. Some parts may be cringe or toxic, but I don't feel like changing anything at the moment) I watched as he frustratingly ran his hand through his jet black hair as he let out an loud sigh. "Axarii I do not have the patience for your childishness. I can no longer trust you therefore we're getting an divorce." He stated. That just ended my mood. "What! That girl doesn't even look like me, are you fucking blind? My boobs are not even that big! Just imagine Winston and I together, that's impossible." I screeched out and grabbed onto him. I mentally cursed at myself as I felt tears threatening to escape from my hideous eyes. I'm an ugly crier. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grasp. "I want you and your things out of here by tonight and at the company to sign the papers in the morning." "You can't be serious! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some damn fake pictures?" I looked at him only to see him blankly staring at me, not responding. I roughly wiped my eyes before any tears could escape. He would not see me cry. "I'll go but you'll just have to throw away or burn the clothes that you bought for me because I don't need anything from you." I mumbled as I turned away and headed for the stairs. "I don't need a wife that claims she has love for me when all she wants is to be around other men instead of her own husband." I continued to walk up the stairs, not bothering to reply to what he said, not bothered to wipe the tears knowing that he cannot see them. **** #2 ex - March 2024 #12 dominate - September 2023 #6 funny - November 2024 #1 darkness - November 2023 #5 plottwist - November 2023 #2 exwife- November 2024

Reaching For the Final Exit (Suicidal Nightmare) FINISHED by snek_snek

Nightmare had been suffering with deep depression for his entire life. And when I say ENTIRE, I mean entire life. Though, it'd been getting worse with each passing day till suddenly the overwhelming, hurting, uncontrollable feeling of wanting to disappear just stopped bothering him. The feeling became numb. Then empty. Till suddenly it was the only thing that'd make him happiest. The feeling of death, The pain The emptiness It all made him want it. To know what it felt like. Nightmare wanted to die. So much

Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly by Nayeliq1

"Why are you doing this?" Aziraphale's voice is faint, his breathing uneven. Crowley doesn't lift his eyes to see the sickly look on his face, the twist of pain where only joyous smiles should ever be. "Bandages need changing", he mumbles, eyes fixed firmly on his working hands. "No. I meant-" He can hear as Aziraphale swallows. "Why do you care for me?" It isn't just 'why do you take care of me'. It's 'why do you still care at all'. Crowley has to close his eyes for a second, makes sure Aziraphale doesn't see. "Cause you're here", he says, voice carefully detached, "and you're hurt, and you need someone. And that someone's gotta be me." "Why?" He won't answer that. He can't answer that. "Don't ask stupid questions." ~oOo~ Or, the one where Heaven punishes Aziraphale the only way they know how, Crowley is there to help pick up the pieces, and maybe they can build something new and much more beautiful from both their broken shards. Warning for blood and injury, aftermath of physical violence, drinking as a coping mechanism, symptoms of depression - heed the tags!

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Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly cover

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Metanoia

"Black looks good on you, Acacia" My breath hitched as I gradually turned around only to see Damien leaning against the door, smirking at my lingerie-clad figure. His hands tucked deep inside his pockets, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. His thumb playing with the wedding ring on his left hand. A mischievous smirk settled on his lips. A horrified scream left my mouth as I yelled, "D-Damien! Get out!" I covered my chest, almost frantic but he doesn't want me sane, he is driving me crazy! Damien chuckled, lowly, swiftly locking the door, walking closer to me as I moved back, knocking my hairspray down to the ground. His arm wrapped around my bare waist as his hands traced down my back, picking me up and placing me onto the countertop. "Damien, stop" I whispered, lowering my gaze as his fingers slid my strap off my shoulder before his lips trailed down my neck, softly breathing on my sensitive skin. His slender fingers gripping onto my hair, gathering them into a bunch My hands resting on his bare chest before I moved them to his collarbone and his neck. "Save your screams for later, Mrs McKnight" ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ Damien McKnight, 23-years-old, famous lawyer, handsome, calm, playful, prudent, and curse words, is like oxygen. Acacia Russell, 21 years old, beautiful, chirpy, softhearted, diligent dentist in training, sensitive, and allergic to curse words. Do opposites really attract? What will happen when both broken souls with traumatic and useless relationship experiences meet? Read to find out! Started: 3rd July 2021 Ended: 18th August 2021 Word count: 80,000 - 90,000 words