Damsel Novel Novels & Stories

Lumatan bibir itu membuatku melayang. Ditengah hujan deras di sebuah Castil. Aku memakai baju layaknya cinderella dan dia bagaikan pangeran. Castil sangat hening tidak ada siapa pun. Hanya bunyi hujan deras, dia tidak henti-hentinya memainkan bibirnya. Lelaki ini membuatku candu. Ketampanannya yang sempurna. Tidak heran banyak wanita tergila-gila kepadanya, dia membelai wajahku yang basah karena hujan. Bajuku cinderella yang lumayan tipis basah memperlihatkan lekuk tubuhku termasuk buah dadaku. Aku tidak memakai breast horder. Tangan nakal lelaki itu tidak henti-hentinya meremas dadaku yang menyembul besar. Aku terbuai oleh cumbuan lelaki ini.

Kegiatannya selama beberapa hari ini sungguh melelahkan sehingga dia langsung tertidur begitu menyentuh kasur. Hari sudah mulai terang benderang ketika Rashel terbangun dari tidur lelapnya. Dari jendela dia melihat awan-awan di langit yang saling bertumpukan satu sama lain membentuk rupa seperti anggur. Seketika itu tiba-tiba Rashel teringat apa hal yang selama ini terus mengganggu pikirannya. Dia ingin bertemu dengan gadis kecil yang matanya berkilau seperti permukaan kulit anggur. Karena hari itu kebetulan sedang tidak ada kegiatan lain, Rashel segera mengganti pakaian dan mengemudikan mobilnya menuju panti asuhan.

Jemarinya bergerak mengusap setetes air mata yang menitik di pipinya. Mengharapkan sebuah pertemanan di antara kita? Kau akan menyesal suatu saat nanti. Permintaanmu ini adalah langkah awal dari rencana pembalasan dendam yang baru muncul dalam kepalaku, Valo Wren Osborn. Maylin bergumam dalam hati seraya menarik ujung bibirnya ke atas.

He barely had the strength to walk but have to take a leg anyways. "Hello, Daniel". Daniel heard a voice behind him very close to his ear. He looked back quickly and beholds a beautiful damsel. Her face glows as that of the sun. Her lips couldn't be overlooked but likened to that of the zebra's. Her hair is perfectly packed with its ever-glowing dark colour.

~COPYRIGHT NOTICE ~ Copyright © 2024 by AG Demiey No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the works of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. ~CONTENT WARNING~ This story contains scenes depicting to sexual activity, violence, death, trauma, sexual assault, substance abuse and other possible triggers.

4 Adriel It barely took a second to perceive I was attacked in the face and fell on the muddy glass, beside the frail body that kept whining muffled pleas. A fresh scar on my face and blood streaming down. Despite the brand-new pain arising from my face to my chest, testing me to divert my attention from the face hidden behind the brown tresses, I remained stoned toward her unseen face. She whined again, her soft grunts clinked in my ears, like a poem. It sort of soothed my heart but I couldn't admit she was my mate. I would've smelt it, felt it, knew it.

"No need, I'll just figure the place myself..." When I'm done with breakfast I follow the instructions of the cowboy at the barn house. It's 2 in the afternoon that's why I might be at the place within 5 PM. I was fascinated when I saw the place. It's well maintained. Seems like Lady Camila is letting her men to maintain the beauty of the lake. The Pine trees are making the place cold. I rested my back at the grass and was awaken when I felt like someone is splashing me with water. I alertly get the horse and ride going to the cabin. It's already dark but the light from the shack is guiding me towards it. The rain poured making me drench. "Xaliah!!!"

Their bodies emit a halo, and while no one is the same, they are all bright and attractive to the point of infatuation. She has only recently arrived in this magnificent mountain range, having transformed from an ordinary human into a part of the mighty Velsi. As the only person in the past five hundred years who managed to reach the Divine Gate deep within the mountains, with a brave heart and unyielding temptations along the way, she was honored with a magical breath, became immortal, and started to enter the realm of the gods to serve. Finally, the Mist god's representative chose her and brought her back to the Mist castle to serve as a maid, and a year has passed since that day.

She felt his aura and smell long before seeing him walk in. Damien walked in and his eyes fell on Ada curled up on a couch reading a book. The woman managed to look fashionable even in comfortable casual clothes. A pair of large green eyes met his and she nodded in acknowledgement. Her entire body barely covered two thirds of the couch. He took the empty space next to her feet. “What are you reading?” “It’s about a hetaera, practically a Greek geisha,” she explained. “Historical fiction?” “Almost, she might have or might have not existed.” She looked at him curiously. “It is my favorite genre though.”