Damsel In Distress Novels & Stories

"Your Majesty, an urgent letter from the Duchess of Valecrest. Three days ago, as Her Grace rode for her duchy, Selovian soldiers seized her. Their king demands ransom." Elron, the king's valet, stood pale, the parchment shaking in his hands. "It is the ninety-ninth plea she has sent. Will you not read it?" Leon Ravelmont laughed coldly and ripped the letter in half. "Another cry for attention. Ignore it. Valecrest borders Selovia—yes—but a few wandering patrols do not make a war. Captured? She thinks me a fool."

She rests her head back against the smooth, curved edge of the porcelain, closing her eyes. She doesn't know when she completely doses off, her consciousness slipping away as she succumbs to a deep, heavy sleep in the warmth of the bath. Outside, down in the spacious castle living room, Damien in disguise, stands silently. But the corner of his lips curls slowly into a satisfied smile as he thinks of his luck. ‘It seems the Moon Goddess is finally on his side,’ he muses. ‘The perfect weakness has just presented itself.’

"Sure it’s not. He came in swinging promises and empty credit chips. Thought he could play big. Left limping." “I’m not here to play.” She unzipped the satchel, just enough for the Adrium inside to shine. Not raw. Not cracked. Refined. Ready. "I know what this is worth. And I know what you offer." The woman’s expression shifted, not surprise, but interest. “You want passage.” “I want in.” "And what? Join lover-boy behind the walls? You think the Citadel lets in poets with bleeding hearts?" Abigail stepped forward. "I think they let in what the Fangs smuggle. And I’m paying for that service. Right now."

Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”

EVOLET “Waw! This is beautiful!” I exclaimed at the sight of the beautiful large dining room. As the Queen had instructed, every Damsel that made it to the next round, came into the room in the dresses that she sent to us. I was putting on mine. A bright purple floral dress, which actually matches my name. Derby, who stood next to me at the dining room, wore a blue sparkling attire, gazing at the interior of the large room with happiness.

But I am not sure if that offer of yours is going to see the light of the day. "Alright, we meet in two days. Can I have my woman now? She's pregnant and the wound you inflicted on her is making her bleed." Damien stepped aside and I took long strides to cut the ropes binding her torso, hands and legs. I carried her bridal style and she sobbed bitterly with her eyes closed and body shaking vehemently. Her petite frame sat pretty on my arms and I gently carried her out of the building to the place where Rosaline and the warrior wolves were on a stake out.

Guards were rushing out, and we followed them. Two guards were lying on the ground, and three others were visibly exhausted. “The... the... the princess has escaped! She rode Klaus’s horse Zephyr. Call the king immediately!” Isadorah’s legs buckled in shock, and a shrill alarm signal began to sound, announcing an emergency. Everyone knew what that meant. I felt a paralyzing terror. Miriam was out there, defenseless, and a sandstorm was heading straight for us. Was she heading into this imminent danger?

She gazed upon the vibrant blooms, their delicate petals reflecting the fragility of her own hopes and dreams. Lost in contemplation, Nadine's mind raced with thoughts of escape. She longed to take control of her own future, refusing to allow herself to be treated as an insignificant pawn in this game of power. With Determination, she seeked the assistance of her loyal lady-in-waiting, Natalie, hoping to find support and guidance in her time of need. In her deep desperation, Nadine turned to Natalie, her reliable and trusted companion. She poured out her heart, expressing her fears and her strong desire for freedom. She begged Natalie to help her escape from the confines of the fortress, to

Damien, leaning on a chair , observed her keenly. "Inez...?"The girl from the other side took her name doubtfully. "Yeah...", she said and not able to stop her sob,her voice broke. "Oh..my god inez , preziosa ,Where are you ?", Nathalia asked her while crying. (precious) At her question ,she gulped and looked at Damein who was already staring at her. " I am...sono stato rapito da lui e ora sono nella sua villa ma non stressarti sto bene va tutto bene, sara solo che sto bene. mi manchi natalia",she said in low voice