Damsel Novel Novels & Stories

She sat down near a cottage as she could no longer walk. “Sire, where are you?” Yasvie whispered. Then she fainted. ********************************** Danyel was sitting on a bench outside the villa. He recalled the adventures he had to go through after escaping Hesmia. He tried to erase his memory of Yasvie. Then he suddenly recalled the weird kiss he had with Gianna. “It was an accident. It doesn’t count.” Though he kissed Gianna again after coming to Nemphitre, it was just him. “Gianna wasn’t awake then. It doesn’t count.”

DAMON ~•~ My jet touched down on my private airstrip at exactly 1 am the next morning. My guards got down before me. I climbed down the stairs, and placed my feet on the solid ground. We had just landed on one of my most recently acquired properties; an island somewhere in southern America. I called it Adonis, after my home.

I patiently narrate the whole incident, and even go as far as giving a backstory of my time in Caldara and the lack of trust that lingered between Caleb and me. “Wait, are you an idiot? Cause even a fool will clearly see that he is being manipulated.” He pauses, then puts his arm around me like a senior brother advising his kid. “You see, Damian, I don’t know how your love story should take shape, but one thing I know is… this guy is using you.” “Hell, the kidnapping isn’t even real, because you, a poor pilgrim, shouldn’t be a target in this place.” “Perhaps if you were from the royal clan or had a name here. But in your case, there is nothing of such. Just pretend nothing happened and leave

I stepped gracefully through the barrage of books all around me, I had a special section. The study of gods, this was a section I visited almost too frequently. A sound broke the silence inside my precious library, this sound was constant, it was the voice of a woman, my ears weren’t deceiving me. I signaled my guards to find the perpetrator and bring her to me. After moments of searching, the guards brought two people to my presence, a beautiful damsel with fair skin and dark hair and a brown eyed young man who looked feeble. The damsel had no clothing on, the sight of her body graced my eyes, she had strong feminine features.

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.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.

“Compared to that, these two by themselves are a walk in the park… though, speaking of parks, we should really get going. I’ve already interrupted for too long and these people didn’t come all the way here to watch us fuss over kids.” “No, you’re right,” Ariadne said, transferring her child from Alpha Aleric’s arms, back to Myra’s. “We have work to do… don’t we, Aleric?” And the man then grumbled, turning around to return to his seat. “If that’s just three of them… what’s the last Alpha’s story?” I found myself asking Felix. “The one the second Saintess is mated to?” “Oh… him. Alpha Caius,” she answered, feeling somewhat more comfortable as Myra started to leave. “He’s known as The Siren.”

Chapter 8: The Nectar Of The Gods? Aurora Beauchamp Aurora is freaking livid, after her swim in the lake last night and her encounter with Darius the man she met at the brothel. He's the Prince of Nevera, as much as she would hate to admit it, it came out as a shocking reveal and suddenly everything made sense.