Damsel In Distress Novels & Stories

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.

“ You can do this. Just keep looking at me. I'm not going to let anything happen to you.” I wanted to hug him. Cry on his shoulders. Beg him to help me run away somewhere far. “ we have one more family to go. It's Desmond's.” The name blew a fuse in my head, bringing out all the water that I had been saving since I first about the game of Druskell. “ what?" “ calm down.” Luke said, forgetting that the word itself had never worked in calming women down and that it only made matters worse. “ calm down? Calm down? You're not allowed to tell me to calm down.” I dusted his hands from my shoulders and he stood erect as the last carriage approached us.

“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.”

he tells her. “What kind of rules?” she asks “I will always avail myself when needed, but you cannot call me. I’m the only one who’s allowed to call you.” “You said you are not married,” Raven says to him. Damon was suspicious; he said he was not married, yet he was telling her not to call her. “There’s just a lot of danger around me, and my priority would keeping you safe. Might not make sense now, but let's agree on that,” Damon tells her.

I took out my phone to distract myself and accidentally came across a live stream clip of David consoling Ashley. The living room was splashed with gasoline, but David didn't seem to mind. He knelt on one knee, pulling a large diamond ring from his pocket, looking at Ashley with deep emotion.

My damsel was gone. Damsel. That word hadn’t crossed my lips in months, maybe more. But even now, it still felt like magic on my tongue. She was still my everything. But now I had three girls to fight for. Brinda. And Benna and her twin sister. And I would burn the world for both of them.

He rose, walking towards the door with a bitter look on his face. “Luna, there’s a problem.” Lumina, my new maid, rushed in. “What happened, Lumina?” I asked, leaving Dennis to fend for himself. “It’s Merida. She’s in some sort of trouble; she’s been screaming for some time now. I don’t know what to do from the looks of it; she might be in grave danger, she let out, holding her chest in an attempt to slow down her breathing. “Where is she?” Damian growled.

The castle buzzed with activity, its corridors filled with people, yet there was an absence of Liam's presence. "Damaris is waiting for you in the garden, queen," Diana suggested. "Thank you, Diana. you are dismissed," I replied. Making my way to the garden, I observed a table arranged on the terrace. Approaching, I discovered Damaris nestled in the corner like a small mouse caught in a trap. "Good morning," I greeted her warmly. "I am delighted you could make it." Damaris responded with a shy smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and nervousness. The terrace, adorned with blooming flowers and bathed in the morning sunlight, created a serene atmosphere.