Dame Gothel Novels & Stories

Silence ensued. “Crystal, just let us…”, Dragomir began but was cut off. “And my name is not Crystal”, she shuddered in disgust, “I am Isolde!” “Is…?”, Dragomir asked. “Isolde!”, she retorted, “Witches looking ugly and wearing hats is stereotypical, Witches aren’t ugly…” Dragomir raised a brow. “If you say another word I’m going to make sure it is the last thing you say forever!”, she barked.

roman tightened his grip on my hand until I let out a small wince and he released it. “i don’t think this is the right time for this” Xavier concluded just as Ace started down the stairs. My mother walked behind him followed by Diego. We all stood to acknowledge their presence. My mother was dressed in a long black gown and her face was covered with a black veil. She looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face as she came to where i stood.

Seamstresses usually get paid in material or at most food, but never gold coins. "7 gold coins," she buried her face in her hands and began to cry, "oh, I thank you for your generosity, Lady Aphrodite! I pray to the heavens that you get all that you desire in this life! Oh, I thank you, I thank you!" I nodded my head, "now, take out your sketchbook. I must tell you what I want my dress to look." She did as I instructed even as her hand shook she took out a worn out leather book and a pen, "what would you like for me to create for you, Lady Aphrodite?" she asks me.

He wasn't giving out much. “Ok. Give me some time. I’ll be there " She walked into their room and started opening the boxes. The bigger one had a beautiful white colored lehenga, smaller ones had all the traditional ornaments like maang teeka, necklace, waist chain, kada and anklets. Was he being serious? He wanted her to be decked up so much for some simple dinner? If she wasn't already confused, now she was utterly clueless. Anyways she moved on to the next box that had all the cosmetics and a card by Sofie that read ‘enjoy well’. That's when she knew he took her help for this. Sometimes she couldn't really understand what was running through his mind.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Tabitha’s eyes search the room looking between myself and Alfredo and then over to Lilith. “Lilith,” Tabitha greets her excitedly. Both girls stand up and run to one another, embracing in a cuddle that they obviously need. “You wanted this,” Gretchen drags my attention to herself as she places down a glass bottle before me. “Ah, yes. The potion, thanks.” “Don’t thank me; you know it will only last a day at most, Damian.” “A day is plenty…” “A day is barely enough time to recoup from being locked away inside that mind of his.”

The arrival of the Vampire Prince and his mate is a much-welcomed intrusion, one which allowed Mum's attention to be elsewhere, away from me. "I'm sorry for your loss, Romeo," Dimitri clasped my arms, his expression remorseful. Beside him stood his mate, Princess Gisela König, the diamond stone guardian and heir to the Anthropoid Kingdom. She looked beautiful and poised, no longer the battered, half-conscious victim rescued from a wizard's home. "He was a warrior right until the end. He died with honor." I replied, lacing my words with pride as I gestured for them to follow me to the tea room.

Zelda’s protection on the necklace only protected her bloodline, since Blade was not hers, the protection was solely coming from me. “Let him go! I will do whatever you want!” Althea on the stage yelled. Her body was severely beaten and bruised, and cuts were everywhere. “I don’t want him here, please…” “Or maybe I will let him go once you do as I tell you.” A wicked grin tugged on Agatha’s face as she turned around. “Or maybe not,” Medea said as she stepped down the stage, her eyes focusing on my mate until she ended up standing in front of him. Her hand touched his chest before her fingers skimmed his naked skin, only avoiding the azurite stone. “I think I want him.”

Nate prodded weakly, still not finding her through the bond they shared. “I admire your strength and resolve. I would have spared your lives if you had given up when I told you to. I don’t like people disrespecting my command. Now, say goodbye to your dear sister. I promise I will send her and those pathetic Elves soon behind you.” Gretchen laughed, the bone-chilling sound echoing through the eerie castle walls. Abram’s beast opened its mouth to retort when he heard a thundering roar–a roar that belonged to their King. Abram and Nate’s beasts chuckled wiping the blood from their mouth as they locked their gazes with Gretchen, who still had no clue of what was happening. She narrowed her eyes

He said, in a low, dignified voice, "House Celton will be hosting this ball." The only sound that could be heard in the oppressive and solemn environment of the Gotha family dinner was the faint sound of cutlery lightly clashing against one another. "Helena, tomorrow you go with Ethelbert to represent the Gotha house," Ethelbert told Helena. Helena, Lady Andromeda's second daughter, turned to her mother and responded, "Yes, mom." Lady Andromeda then smiled at her daughter.