Damsel Novel Novels & Stories

I mutter, starting the engine… ~ She asks me if she looks ok… really? She looks out of this world. Even the angels would be jealous of her beauty. She is a Diosa. There is something about her that mesmerises me like nothing else. Is she a siren from the sea who can destroy men with one flutter of their lashes? Is she an enchantress who has trapped me in this spell I cannot escape? Is she a temptress that has made me a slave to her allure? She looks beyond stunning. The dress clings to her gorgeous figure, showing off those breasts I fucking love. Her curls are pinned back, a few framing her face. Her pouty lips are shimmering, begging to be kissed.

with a heart at the end seemed simple enough. I easily drifted off to sleep...... First, I heard the howling and I was deep in the forest, I looked down I was barefoot but the twigs and bottom of the forest didn’t seem to hurt. I was wearing the gown I tried on early today with my hair flowing in the breeze. I walked forward making my way through the trees following the howling. It was the dead of night and the moon glowed lighting my path until I came to an opening and realized I was at the waterfall where Rogan and I have spent so much time. At first, I thought it was just the light coming from the moon but then I saw two beautiful women on either side of the water both with their hands o

I adjust on the bed so I'm fully facing Eyla, and so I can't see Hale in my peripheral vision. Her eyes light up, inspired by an entirely new challenge. “Well, he’s got to be close, according to what the Gaze Reader said, so maybe we just need to get out, explore a few bars and touch some attractive strangers.” “Why we?” I narrow my eyes. “I might find my mate," she teases. Her and I both know she isn't ready to be pinned down by her mate just yet. “Tonight’s plans are sorted.” Hale suddenly appears at the entrance of the bedroom. “It’s too dangerous. Vaela isn’t well enough.”

The mare had no training for what he was about to ask of her and he prayed for help from above while he fought back panic and he buried his face in her strong neck. The mare impatiently worked the ground and tossed her head, as if to say, ‘get on with it’. Dennis took a deep breath and slowly felt his way down into the depths of the well. The jagged edges made an easy grip for him as he inched his way deeper into the bowels of black. It was dark, foul smelling, and full of decay. A soft warm breeze floated past him, carrying with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle. The refreshing difference provided a boost of energy and optimism as he preceded downward, calling for Tara as he did.

Everyone seemed to covet it, to speak of it as if it were the heart of all things. “And the one I am meant to marry?” I pressed. She hesitated, then said in a hushed voice, “She is already near you. That is all I can say. The curse demands her, Diego. Without her, you will fall, and so will all you protect.” I wanted to shake her, to demand more, but I saw in her weary eyes that she had given me all she could or all she would. By the time I left her estate, dawn was painting the horizon, bleeding crimson across the sky. I rode hard back home, but my mind was far from the road.

“So this is the new prototype?” “Excuse me?” Ariana snapped before she could stop herself. I stepped forward fast. “Cleo, you’re just here on business—” Her eyes flicked down to Isabella. Accessing. Weighing her. She noticed the bandaged hand, the oversized robe, the mess of soft curls around Isabella’s flushed face. Then she turned back to me. “Didn’t know you were into rescuing wounded birds now, Damien. Or is this some kind of… revenge fantasy? You always did have a thing for damsels in distress.”

When Damon closed the door behind him, he crushed his lips on her and she welcomed him. Damon found Raven’s lips soft and warm which drove him crazy. He slowly pulled her dress of her shoulders, exposing part of her bra. The more he undressed her she didn’t even bother helping him and he loved every second of it. She was just perfect, and the thoughts she was giving him could not be put into words. She could be a whole lot more than just a one night stand. Damon picked her up not breaking the kiss. She was left with her thong only. He placed her on his bed gently like she was an egg that he didn’t want to break.

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

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.