Damsel In Distress Stories Novels & Stories

Marcus watched, hidden by the thickness of trees as the young woman knelt down by a small bush and started to pluck the berries. Her gown was plain, a dull red against the lush green of the grassy hills. It was a shame her long blonde hair was bound in a braid. It made him itch to run his fingers through it. A woman's hair should flow loosely over her back so that it could catch in the wind. No matter, once she was a part of his camp, she would keep her hair loose. It was the way of the females. Just for second, he felt doubt. He knew the people of her village told stories. Stories of how dangerous centaurs were, how they r*ped their women and pillaged their homes, burning them to the ground

he asked, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm, smiled. "Of course, Theo. What kind of story would you like to hear?" Theo, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "Tell me a story about a princess who can fly!" And so, Mama Hazel, her imagination ignited by Theo's request, spun a tale of a princess who could soar through the sky on the back of a giant, feathered bird. She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer.

Woow" she muttered. She wore the dress and it fitted her perfectly, showing off her curves though it was a little tight. She twirled gleefully and plopped on the bed. She held her chest breathing heavily. She was happy, she could have been raped, but things took a different turn. Compare to the stories she had heard about rape, hers was too good to be true. Like a fairy tale. "A damsel in distress saved by a generous masked knight" she spoke lowly and added an air quote while grinning from ear to ear.

"I was so close to having everything I wanted, and they ruined it all. Now, you will pay the price." I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I couldn't let him win, I had to do something. But what? The dimly lit castle courtyard, the clash of swords and the sound of fierce battle filled the air as Trevor's troops launched their ambush. As the chaos unfolded, I found myself locked up in a dark room, my heart pounding with fear for my unborn child and for Killian and Darius . Desperation and determination were mixed in my eyes as I heard the commotion outside. Ignoring the danger, I broke free from my confinement and rushed out to save my companions. But before I could reach them, Trevor's menacing

The same way I let Lucas charge into my life. Every woman liked to be a damsel, because being a damsel meant when you were in distress, a prince would come save you but that’s the thing. In the real world not, all princes were good men, most princes were sadistic, manipulative, using your form of distress as a way of controlling you, abusing you. Whilst I hadn’t located a bruise on her body since she changed into her night gown, I was still keeping an eye on her incase something was up or she needed someone to help her stand up to her husband.

It is true that they will be beautiful. I remembered my grandmother's story to me, that the mermaids in the Kingdom of the Euphrates were very deceptive and that their victims were often men. Because of their rare beauty men fall for them, or if not they hypnotize them. They are hard to resist. I tried to ignore the mermaids and looked around. I was out of breath so I had to go back to the surface to breathe. "ZAVAN!" I shouted above the water. I swam and looked around, where did the prince swim? "ZAVAN!"

He hugged her in his arms in an indulgent manner and did not want to let go. “Can’t sleep? Shall I tell you a story?” Jasper smiled and kissed Summer’s forehead. “Once upon a time, there was a prince. He fell into the sea, and when he almost died, a mermaid saved him and fell in love with him. But the mermaid had no legs, so she could not live together with the prince on the land. So, this mermaid swam back to the deep sea and asked a witch to help her...” Summer blinked and stared at Jasper. She was fascinated by the story.

I replied. "Don't mind mom dad, please go on and tell me a story," "Alright son." Tristan smiled. "A long time ago in an age so far beyond our own, there lived a prince and a peasant. Their names were Prince Edward and princess Emma." Carl clapped his hands excitedly. Tristan chuckled at this, remembering when he had been just as eager to hear about old stories. "Once upon a time, the kingdom of Eurydice had fallen into ruin. Prince Edward was desperate to escape with his beloved wife. The people of his land cried out for help as the royal carriage passed by on its journey home."

Darren said curiously with a shine in his eyes. Their mamma always tells them a story of a caged princess and no matter how many times they hear it, it still leaves them curious. Kiara also nodded at her in agreement making Hazel to look at Daxon first and then she sighed looking at her curious kids. "Okay first lay down properly." she said and covered both of them with a warm duvet. "So there was a princess who was so sad and weak. She was caged in a big castle by a man because she was so much beautiful with grey eyes." Hazel started to tell them the story earning Daxon's full attention.

Zeke winced. “First it was the minotaurs.” Posy stated. “Then Nerius.” Hunter pointed out. “Those two mermaids.” Indrick finished. “I’m sorry Empress, but you are a damsel in distress.” “Oh no.” Oz whispered. “A damsel?” I yelled. “I...I am not a damsel in distress! I am an Empress! A powerful woman!” “You are, Empress.” Hunter agreed. “However...you do seem to be taken a lot. I mean I was knocked out and you were snatched.”