Damsel In Novels & Stories

But despite knowing that the fire would consume them to the soul, neither of them could keep their distance. Damon traced his fingers along Arabella's face, and that was the only subtle gesture in the moment. In his mind, the man was fantasizing about things that hadn't even happened yet. He was intoxicated, obsessed. The way she drew him towards the abyss was beautiful, like the sweet and deadly song of a siren. "Your heroism is very convenient. Are you always around when the damsel is in distress?" the woman whispered. "If the damsel frequents my properties and gets into a lot of trouble, then yes."

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.

I needed to understand who she was for some reason, but I couldn't tell. “Yeah,” the one in the cubicle answered. “ Damien's little girl isn't a little girl anymore. I saw her in her blue dress, and I have to tell you, Vasilisa is a real-life princess.” “Tell me about it,” Mirror woman breathed, and they both laughed—light, careless, cruel. “Did you see Axel Morretti?” the one in the stall whispered. “Oh my God, what a scandal, right? And he came in here with her.”

Padma’s words echoed in her mind: “Love is the fiercest weapon.” The first streaks of dawn painted the desert horizon, washing the dunes in soft gold and pink. Jaiyana felt the surge in her chest—the pendant flaring, absorbing the light of the rising sun. Every weapon hummed in harmony with her heartbeat, the Chakram, Vajra Spear, and Trident forming a triad of divine resonance.

"Madam!" "Madam!" The screams echoed from below. Every eye was fixed on the castle’s highest tower, where a woman in a blood-stained white gown stood precariously on the edge. Selene Moreau Leventis was the Duchess of Leventis. She was a woman known for her quiet, submissive nature. But now, she was standing in the most dangerous of places. The guards behind her moved with agonizing caution, fearing that a single misplaced step would send her plunging into the abyss.

“I told you not to do anything reckless didn’t I…? Alex.” Said Duke David from the kingdom of Atria “I did not do anything reckless old man… I just saved a damsel in distress…” said Alex “Damsel In distress…!? The person you helped was not any ordinary lady…!” “Yeah yeah… She is the young lady from the Charleston house… I was curious about her because I heard rumors that she had changed a lot so I wanted to see for my own amusement… It isn’t a crime to help someone is it…?”

Like his soul left his body, Jun never felt this helpless. "no-no..please" Jun pleaded for one last time, hoping someone would help him. "hush... It's ok Jun. It's just a dream" a soft voice came through, Jun was startled but felt relieved somehow. "Grandma...?" Jun whispered, he knew that if there's no one for him he always has his grandma. Jun started to sob lightly, He saw a bright light forming in front of his eyes and a silhouette came out of it. The arms that were keeping him from running away, started to fade away in that bright light. He heard the same soft voice calling over him and said its all right.

Amelia was cut off by Damian. "My wife, you can go with her. I'll be waiting at one of the rooms" Damian said as he kissed Amelia on the head. "Ok," Amelia said. The lady escorted Amelia to a fitting room and started measuring her body. Amelia had good proportions. Sure, she was quite petite but she was blessed with finely shaped breasts and an hourglass figure.

Esmeray asked as she sat on the bed while opening the knot of her borrowed or more like stolen bathrobe. "My name is Daisy. I'm the healer, my lady. Lady Mercy here is our King's Royal warrior." The smaller rounder woman stepped forward and placed the small wooden case she was carrying in her hands on the bed beside Esmeray. Esmeray resisted the urge to whistle low as she gazed back at Mercy. So Mercy was a royal warrior. That explains why she had come for Vladimir's rescue at the ball. What a sexy warrior she was. 'Vladimir that lucky bastard.' Esmeray thought with a shake of her head. She had no idea why the dumb Vampire would pursue Esmeray when he had women like Mercy around him.

Was author killed or was she saved like a damel in destress? Let me know by commenting, so I can wrote that short part. If not I can just skip it. Thankyou again.