Damsel Novel Novels & Stories

I know i have done bad with people but still i would have done something good in my life so that something good happens to me but no whenever i think i will have some good time its taken from me before i even take pleasure of it . I thought i will bring my bride and i would atleast be happy for a day and show her around make her understand but no .....this jessica have to appear . Dealing with women is so hard first larib and now her .When we entered in the house she was waiting for me , some idiot from my guards told her i was coming back today .

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.

Mira's POV The White Coven: The heavy wind blew across my hair as I pushed the door's handle. The chimes jiggled loudly. I stepped in and all the women stopped chanting. Their dark clothes make everything eerie. Their heads suddenly turned to look at me. I stood still and noticed her, the high priestess at the altar. She raised her head revealing her dark shoulder length hair and thick eye liner. “Mira Alexander!!!” She yelled. I shuddered at the tone of her voice. She just had to be that loud. “Yes, priestess.”

Kade headed inside to dig for information. Damon slid into the waiting car, his expression unreadable. The driver glanced back. "Where to, Your Highness?" Damon looked down at the bracelet in his hand. "Back to the palace," he murmured. "I have plans to finalize." Tomorrow, he would depart for Averelle. Tomorrow, he would meet the princess he was destined to marry. And yet… His mind drifted back to the girl with disheveled hair, trembling fingers, and a voice tinged with quiet sadness.

Jocelyn My mind was quiet for most of the night. My dreams peaceful ... Until three figures walked into them. Riley, Vincent and Tristan... They surrounded me, their hands reaching for me, caressing me, playing with my body. I could have sworn one of them was eating me out, but I couldn't focus on who it was. It felt so real...

Roman's Pov The woman’s voice—soft, trembling, “Sienna… it’s me”—cut through the shack’s damp air like a blade, sharp enough to pull me back from the edge I’d been teetering on. My lips still burned where Sienna’s had been, her taste—rain, salt, her—lingering, hot and heavy, and my hand stayed on her hip, fingers dug into the denim, holding her against me like letting go would unravel me completely. She was pressed close, chest to chest, her breath ragged on my neck, and damn if it didn’t wreck me—how she’d kissed me back, hungry and raw, cracking me open in ways I hadn’t let happen in years.

Eleanor The morning sun broke through the gauzy curtains like a thief, slipping across my face and dragging me, unwillingly, into consciousness. I blinked against the light, momentarily disoriented. The sheets were tangled around me, a silky prison of confusion and twisted dreams. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Then I heard the soft clink of porcelain from the other room. Damian. The villa The board meetings. And the emotional whiplash that was now my daily reality.

Short, big green eyes eyed me with an uncanny look— glimmering with mischief under the chandelier. I gulped. Her hair, black with voluminous curls bounced with each step. She took short steps towards me, and once she was close enough, she deftly snatched a flute of champagne off the waiter's tray— Almost toppling the other to the floor. Wow! The poor waiter scrambled to get his footing right, the imbalance had clearly taken him off-guard. If it shatters, my dress will be stained. Reasoning that, I retreated far away from its range, and the green-eyed stranger followed after me.

I can still recall that dizzy feeling of his hard body pressed against me and I feel my nipples harden and press against the fabric of my dark green dress at the memory. I chose this color not only because it’s the color of the tassels of my graduation gown but because it brings out the green in my eyes. My eyes typically dance between brown and hazel most of the time, but there are moments when the sun hits them just right when you can see flecks of green. A fact that Theo had brought up on more than one occasion. The dress is midi length, but hugs me in all the right places, highlighting my hourglass figure. I’m bronzed from my recent trip to the beach with my friends—our final girls’ trip

Talk about being a heavy sleeper. "I can't believe I have to carry you,"I mumbled to myself,as I dragged him throwing him on the coach. I changed into something cold as a noticed a text on my notification bar.Checking the text I realized it was Ella James the lady who I sold the Morrone's land.She was inviting me to a masked dinner at her place. After the house burned down three years ago the bodies were ashes so the family decided to burry empty caskets during the funeral.