Damsel Novel Novels & Stories

Enzo sighed before turning around and walking out of the room. Enzo went to the leaving room of his chamber and saw Damaian pacing around. “You're here,” Enzo said to him. Damian stopped moving and turned to look at him “What is this all about?” Damian asked. You better hurry cause as you can see I’m busy looking for my wife that ran away from me!” Damian’s said in anger "She is here?" Enzo said to him. “Althea is here?” Damian moved closer to him “Yes, my people found her in the woods and….”

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."

It was so I could have something else to drown myself in—the noise—whenever it got too much. Once she spotted me, a wide grin stretched her red lips and she rose to her feet. Clarissa had on a red sundress, and her dark hair was tied in a ponytail so her slender neck was exposed. Dangling prettily around it was a simple gold necklace accentuating her collarbone.

Towards A Happy Ending … “’Damiel’…” Laila, who looked at the book, too, read the author’s name. “Hey, wasn’t he Prince Damiel who ascended the throne after his father the king’s earlier passing and so he became the second king of the East Kingdom?” she said.

I have used that name in my novel. A little lady speedily enters the room with a wooden salad bowl filled with water. "Young Miss!" She immediately laying the bowl on the table. "Is this what you need?" She dresses simply, with little to no embellishment in her makeup nor outfit. Startled, I apprehensively look at them. Was I abducted to film a historical show? Or don't tell me.. I transmigrated into one of the Chinese dynasties? "No, no. That's impossible," I utter unbelievably. My eyes are wide open as I stare at them hysterically. But isn't that usually what happens in novels?

But Alexander had a way of using every broken piece as leverage. I stared out the window. “Then we need to move first.” Damien frowned. “Move how?” “Make him lose control again. He’s too calculated — too careful. The only time he makes mistakes is when he’s angry.” A bitter smile touched Damien’s lips. “So we make the devil angry.” I nodded. “And we burn his kingdom down.” It was nearly dawn when we reached the safehouse — a secluded cabin deep in the woods outside the city. Damien had bought it years ago under a fake name, a secret even his father didn’t know.

As if he was caught in the flames from a dragon's lungs and there was no escape. The rain that fell did nothing to extinguish them either. Damascus closed his eyes and let the feeling overwhelm his sense. That was until he felt that he was no longer alone. Damascus slowly opened his eyes, and his vision was filled with the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes. Light shown from behind her and cast what looked to be gold wings coming from her back. Damascus had never heard of a golden dragon before. He wondered if the woman who looked like an angel was in fact one. One that had come to take him to his grandmother.

She scrolled through N*****x, looking for something catchy that might interest her, then her cursor settled on a Rom com movie with Damien Rothwell as the Male lead. She paused, Damien might likely become her next fling, what better way to know a man than through his movies. She pressed play, and settled in to watch. The movie was about a guy accidentally becoming a wedding planner. The premise was ridiculous, but within minutes, she found herself smiling despite her mood. Damien was a really good actor and funny as well. When his character accidentally released a flock of doves during a funeral instead of a wedding, Valerie found herself laughing out loud.

For all she knows she needs her head to be treated first. Natalie starts to walk towards the castle, wobbling in process. As she was close to it she notice a group of soldiers all line up and in the middle was a very handsome man. Natalie couldn't help but to stare at the guy as he was walking. Natalie unconsciously walks towards the man, making the soldiers look at her and tries to stop her as they takes out their swords and pointed to her direction. "Who are you and how do you dare to stand in front of the first Prince of Wales?"

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe