Damsel In Distress Novels & Stories

Her heart beat faster when she saw the roof of her house from behind the tall bushes. Both hands brushed against two-meter-high bushes so as not to block her view. Suddenly, a pair of eyes widened when she saw her house in a very damaged condition. Damelza covered her lips to keep out the sobs that were about to escape. Her body trembled as the soles of her feet touched the grass in her yard. Her gaze shifted downward, to her pair of bare, bloody feet. Damelza does not have sandals or shoes. When she left Theo's mansion, she only brought the clothes that stuck to her body. In fact, Theo's bodyguards refused her request when she wanted to take her savings.

Seraphina’s smile gleamed in the torchlight. She stood on the narrow trail ahead, flanked by a dozen armed men, her emerald cloak fluttering in the mountain wind. Arrows were already nocked behind her. “Ohh.. my poor little princess... our future Queen consort. Your Majesty.” she called sweetly. “I could have helped you run forever, but we have a little surprise waiting for you at the palace.” Darius’s horse shifted nervously beneath us. His body tensed against my chest, breath coming short from the fever and the fresh strain. I kept my arms locked tight around his waist, feeling the heat of his skin through his torn tunic.

Just then a castle guard ran in bloodied. "My Kings rogues was seen in the castle ground and are attempting attack the castle but we held them off capturing some as few escaped." the vampire say disrupting the obvious tension to Drizella's relief as her smile grew bigger. "We'll be back to finish this, we need to go. Stay here Princess, don't go anywhere and if someone wants to hurt you, permission to fry her ass." Damon kiss Daisy after which Damian did the same but not before dismissing Drizella. 'And please get yourself out our castle and never come back Drizella."

“She hasn’t been sleeping. She keeps asking for Elise.” He exhales shakily. “And for you.” My entire body freezes. “For me?” “She remembers you from the wake. She asks where the lady with the soft voice is.” His voice breaks slightly. “She calls you the nice one.” Tears sting my eyes. “She’s hurting,” Damien continues, voice raw. “And I don’t know what to do.” Damien Ramos doesn’t admit helplessness. Not to anyone. Except… me. My chest cracks open. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t know she—”

Drake asked him in a challenging tone. “ Ian Evans doesn't appreciate a no in answer. Since you're daring enough to challenge me, I'm willing enough to take it up. So let's get to the business... Regarding your artwork, it clearly speaks about the story of a woman. A woman, who wants to fly and shine with her own colours but held back by the society and people around her. Your rough line shows the roughness of the path she chose. She has uncountable colours inside her with which she can paint her own life story but her hands are tied with chains of thoughts by others. She has an invisible tear in her eyes but she decided to put her brave front to the world with her smile. You want to show th

You could see my eyes were puffy I cried for my parents who were inside the house and all I could think of is my mom pushing me through the vent to run,her last words to me being "Pain has limits,fear doesn't..promise to always keep your head up so that your crown won't fall.A Queen is what you are,Belle." That's when I realized it was over for them.As the fire went down I decided to go back to see if there is anything valuable left but sadly I got nothing.I remember turning to leave but I got a glimpse of a silhouette but as he came to view I ran to him as if my life depended on him,there he was my fiancé,William.

Emerson held me before I could touch the ground. “I am sorry sister.” I stood back up and looked at my sheet to see that there were no holes in it. I missed the sheet. “When someone attacks a kingdom, you can’t win by playing chess or by answering a few questions. You shall fight which you can’t, and I can. Being a warrior is important. I am sorry.” “You are right. Sera, prepare my bath.” I said looking at her before stepping aside from them and walking to my chamber. Each word that Emerson said ringed in my head as a servant stripped me out of the muddy clothes I was wearing.

“But sir—you’ve been waiting for this—” “I was waiting to marry Isabella.” Adrian’s jaw clenched, his fist tight around nothing. “Someone dared switch my bride. That,” his eyes glinted murder, “I will not forgive.” The Russos woke to the stench of blood and the guttural snaps of jaws. When Don Russo’s eyes fluttered open, he realized he was suspended above a pit of alligators, their yellow eyes fixed on him with hunger. His wife shrieked once and fainted outright.

The ground felt like it was crumbling beneath her feet. Her daughter. His daughter and Damien had her. Before Valeria could respond, the door burst open. One of Ares’ men rushed in, his face pale. “We found him,” the man said, breathless. “Damien’s holding her at one of his estates outside the city. He’s fortified the place, armed guards, locked gates. It’s a fortress.” Valeria’s pulse roared in her ears. Ares turned to her, his eyes sharp, unyielding. “This is it. We go tonight.”

“So this is the new prototype?” “Excuse me?” Ariana snapped before she could stop herself. I stepped forward fast. “Cleo, you’re just here on business—” Her eyes flicked down to Isabella. Accessing. Weighing her. She noticed the bandaged hand, the oversized robe, the mess of soft curls around Isabella’s flushed face. Then she turned back to me. “Didn’t know you were into rescuing wounded birds now, Damien. Or is this some kind of… revenge fantasy? You always did have a thing for damsels in distress.”