Damsel In Novels & Stories

I was still trying to understand what had just happened when the prince left the bathing room.One moment, I had been struggling to stay on my feet, and the next, I was in his arms. I could still feel the firm grip he had on my waist when he caught me, and I hated that my body had chosen that moment to betray me. I hated being a fucking Damsel in distress . “Come on,” Claudia snapped, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You heard the prince. You’re getting fed.”

Not even her own breath. Only one thing she could feel happening, and it was the burning sensation in her chest. One that ate so deep, it stopped her from breathing. Then came the sway that pushed her backwards. “Princess!” Vladimir screamed, catching her unconscious body into his arms before she could hit the ground. And just a second after, the first drop of rain landed on them.

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.”

She trembled, scared that she might have upset the Prince as she jumped into their midst. Williams stared at her, already tired of interruption on his way out. "What do you want, maid?" His voice was hitched in a high tone and it only made the maid more fearful and unable to speak. Mario who was standing behind Williams signaled to her from where he stood. He placed his hands above his chest and moved it up and down slowly, noddinh his head according. She got the quick therapy and finally managed to speak. "Her Majesty... needs y-your attention. She says she needs to s-see you this minute. "

They are forming a bridge of sorts with their bodies and they almost reached us. I now remember where I saw similar creatures, the Dark World. His voice, I heard it there too. We run towards the ramp and it is a struggle to drag Amber in the water. Me and Melanie drag Amber and reach the ramp. They are almost upon us. I don't see any royal Guards near us. Are they alright? I pray to God to help us. I wish for the 100 the time, for Darius to come here.

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

"Maria, the boss has asked for his new prisoner." Iris watched the smug plastered on the man's face and walked away from the kitchen towards the dining hall. It became a normal scenario since she had arrived. She was either termed as Assassin's Daughter or tagged as a prisoner. Dimitrios made it clear that people inside the mansion got to know her as his prisoner only.

The grand ballroom shimmered with opulence, its crystal chandeliers casting warm light on the sea of glamorous attendees. It was the charity event of the season, a perfect facade for the elite to mask their scandals and betrayals with smiles and champagne. Amelia stood near the entrance, her fiery red gown flowing like liquid passion as her sharp eyes scanned the crowd. She was a tempest in disguise, ready to unleash her storm.

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.

The Butler followed behind him as he walked towards the gown. As he took it, the door to the room flew open and a black haired girl walked in. All the ladies in white, stood by the side and bowed. She nodded and they continued what they were doing. Damien noticed it and smirked. “What are you now? Princess Selena?” “Goddess Selena actually, have a problem?” the girl walked in and stood in the middle of all the gowns. Damien smiled, hugging the gown close to his chest.