Home / Mafia / DAMSEL MEETS DANGER / Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

All Chapters of DAMSEL MEETS DANGER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

92 Chapters

THE BIG BANG

IVYMy sleep paralysis demon always came around just before the first light of dawn.Grabbing me by the chest, and choking until I was completely paralyzed and under the mercy of the unknown.Because of her strength, yes, my demon is a girl, I call her Millicent. Millicent was absent tonight. She was so absent, I freely dreamt of my hatred for men with a smile on my face.Grandma taught me from age five when she took me in that men were useless.It was a lesson that had literally raised me to the woman I was now.So as I dreamt of the world I presently lived in where not a single man played a role in, my physical body was elevated into an euphoric state— until it wasn't.Boom!The cataclysmic sound jolted me up from sleep.So many alarming thoughts ran through my head, only made worse by a resonant male voice.A male voice!My grandma hated men. She had only one rule for me, "Never trust a man, princess. You're better off without them."I ate that rule, digested it, and lived by it.

THE ULTIMATUM

IVYBar the man who pointed a gun to Grandma's temple earlier, and the one who approached me with determination in his eyes, I hadn't seen any other man this up close in five years.Usually, the men who dropped by our all female villa were delivery guys, who I only ever caught glimpses of.This one just before the foot of the bed, staring down at me, was well– quite the discovery.Not only did he tower above mere mortals, I assume, he also had very striking features.What kind of grown ass man was blonde? Why were his eyes so blue? And was he wearing an amused expression?“Why is he so handsome?”My breath caught, and I immediately rebuked that naughty voice in my head.Handsome? Oh please! Men could never be anything synonymous to beauty.They were cruel, evil, downright mon–“Hello princess,” he repeated, invading my thoughts.I lowered my gaze to clear my throat. All clear, I mustered enough willpower to rise to my feet.When my head lifted up to look at him again, it lifted all th

A WEDDING FIT FOR THE DEAD

Vladimir did not give Ivy any opportunity to respond.The moment he voiced out her options, he turned around, and walked out of the room.As he closed the door behind him, the spell that had pushed Ivy into a trance, broke.“The nerve of that blonde man! How can he– how dare he– who does he think he– I can't eat Grandma's liver!” She concluded with a shriek.Although she didn't understand this nightmare, because what else could it be described as? What would one call going all their life believing one thing, only to be smacked in the face by an opposing thing?She didn't understand what was happening, but she knew for sure she couldn't live with the knowledge of her beloved grandmother who she always thought would outlive her because of how strong she was, laying in a coffin somewhere.“You can do this Ivy. For grandma.” She gave herself a pep talk.Without waiting for her racing heart to slow its pace, her feet began to move towards the door.Standing in front of it made her hands cl

PICK YOUR POISON

IVYGrandma held my hand. Together, we followed the woman who didn't have the nicest tone to her voice.But grandma was there by my side, and it was all the courage I needed.Like the contrast between day, and night, we burst into a hall not only larger than life, but lit up into the heavens.Diamond coated Chandeliers graced the ceilings, creating halo effects. Electric music boomed from the giant speakers. The smell of expensive Champagne and careless opulence saturated the air.This was completely different from the weirdness that just happened in the dark, and it amazed me.“You have to let go of her hand now, so she can join her husband over there,” the woman said, turning to us.Grandma looked at me, and I saw pity in her eyes. “You'll understand with time. I promise,” she said to me.I didn't want grandma to be sad. She had raised me. And even though I was still reeling from the shock of this situation, I loved her to death.“You'll stay?” I asked.“Of course, princess. Look o

A GLIMPSE OF HELL

IVY If anyone was going to die tonight, it surely wasn't going to be me. I lifted my hand to the edge of the cup, to stop it from reaching my lips. His eyes snapped down on me. “What are you doing?” “You drink first,” I said fearlessly. “What?” His face contorted. “It's for you, not for me.” “You're too insistent. If the point is to build trust, why don't you drink it first? Then I will,” I emphasized, remaining defiant. The look in his eyes could melt ice. It did make my toes curl, but other than that, I refused to flinch. “Fine,” he gritted. Around us, everywhere had gone silent. I could tell everyone was staring hard, trying to make out what was happening. Well they were about to witness a great reveal. They were about to see that this gathering was a strategic murder plan, that I was too smart to fall for. I watched him bring the goblet towards his lips. He was actually going to drink. I thought he would make an excuse not to, but his mouth was opening. If he knew t

DRAWING LINES

Vladimir turned away from Ivy with a speed that rivalled time, and determination that iced out his eyes.“Talk to me, Andrei. What the fuck is going on?” He questioned his second in command, as they walked side-by-side, with long, immeasurable strides.“I only know about Misha. There's–”Two guards ran their way, interrupting their conversation.“Boss, it's the field,” one of the guards said.Quickly, Vladimir broke into a run, bursting through the door into the field area of the mansion.The cracking sound splintering all over, set his gaze up.He inhaled sharply when he saw words written with fireworks in the sky.“This is just the beginning,” Andrei read behind him.“Fucking Gambino’s,” he muttered under his breath, his hand balling into a fist.“Give the word boss–”Vladimir looked to his side and saw Hedeon. Frown lines stretching his bloodshot eyes far apart.Destruction was second nature to him. It was in his name.Like he said, one word from him as the boss, and a reprisal wou

TROUBLE HAS COME

IVYI had really seen it all now.Who knew a man could apologize? Certainly not me.But what if he didn't truly mean it? What if he just did it for the heck of it? Or as a manipulation tactic?This was exactly why I needed my grandma. She knew how to read people. She would have been able to tell me if I was overreacting or not.I was still deep in my thoughts, confused about who the hell this Vladimir guy was, when the door opened.My thoughts didn't distract my ears this time.Looking up, I saw an elderly woman coming my way with an endearing smile on her face.“Hello, our beautiful bride. I am Anna, your personal maid. I am here to bring you to your room.” She stopped right in front of me, and stretched her hand towards me.Warm smile that showed her dimpled cheeks, and made her brown eyes glow? I loved her already.“Ivy. I'm Ivy Greene.”“You are so beautiful,” she cheesed as we shook hands.“You're beautiful too, Anna.”Her face flushed, and I was only glad I was able to put a cri

PTSD

IVYLiving with women all my life taught me patience, kindness, and empathy.I decided that I was going to pull out all of those characters, and be the bigger person.“Did you need something ma'am?” I forced a smile on my face, as I regarded Vladimir's mother.“Yes indeed. I need to put things into perspective so they can be very clear to you. Do you want to sit for this?”“I'd rather stand, thank you.”“Hmm,” a patronizing smile claimed her face. “As you wish then.”My armpits clamped down hard against the fastened side of my towel, as I waited patiently for her to enlighten me.“You're not my first, second, or even tenth choice for my precious son,” she dropped it hot. “That's the first thing you should know.”Aha! I had read somewhere about these kinds of women. The ones who were male adjacent. Some people called them boy mums.They would throw every other woman under the bus for their– precious son's, as she put it.“But my husband and your parents thought it was for the best to p

TRIANGLES

VLADIMIR By the time I made it to my room from the red room, my head felt like two pans were clanking inside of it.The ideal thing to pop for help was perhaps an Advil, but the Bratva's dealt with headaches like this differently.I walked straight to the glass shelf case where I kept my whiskey collection, and grabbed a full bottle.Whilst one hand popped open the buttons on my shirt, the other expertly unscrewed the whiskey cover.Both came off at the same time, as I plopped on the couch.Usually, I would raise hell if anyone kept a thing out of place in my room.I loved to keep an organized, and clean space.However this time, I was so drained, I couldn't even be bothered to pick up my shirt carelessly tossed to the ground, and give it a proper folding before dumping it into the laundry bag.“To Misha,” I muttered under my breath, before taking a giant sip directly from the bottle. It burned a hole through my chest, and that was exactly why I loved it.Five more sips had me think

FLOWER IN THE GARDEN

IVYThe night breeze flapping on the blind, drew my attention to the window.Sliding out of bed, I walked over, and sighed as I perched on the side.“Beautiful,” I whispered, watching the sky dissociate in the most compelling way.The night called to me. Because of the sleep from earlier in the day, I knew I was in for a long night.Naturally, I answered.Turning around, I quickly grabbed a shawl I found in the closet, and wrapped it around my shoulders. My legs slipped into the outdoor slides, and off I went.Just like my first night here, I found the halls strange. But I followed my instincts and kept on moving, until I discovered an opened door.Although I wasn't sure what I would find on the other side of the door, I chose to explore anyway.As I stepped out, the breeze covered my face in a warm embrace that made me smile.It wasn't the only thing that made me smile. I had stumbled into what looked like a garden, or a forest garden.Only this was even more grand.Artificial ligh

1 2 3 4 5 6

...

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP