Damsel Opposite Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice breaking. He didn't answer,he just kept mute. The room glittered with gold,Laughter,Music and Champagne. Selene stood near the edge of the ballroom, her dress hugging her like armor. Then he approached. He's Tall,confident and Dangerous. Damien’s rival. “Selene, right?” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to meet the woman who turned Damien Black cold.” She stiffened. “Excuse me.”

Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped as I finished telling her my story. “Oh my Goddess, Char! The Moon Goddess gave you a second-chance mate, and he was like a prince charming!” she squealed in excitement. “Prince charming?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “Yes! You were the damsel in distress that the prince charming saved!” she laughed. I looked at her helplessly. I wasn't a damsel in distress, I was ready to defeat those rogues, but my mate swooped in and defeated them first. “Tell me more about him,” Livie urged me with curiosity.

Then he passes and passes again, making it clear what he would like her to understand. She was so tired, she decided to take it. The dream was divided, she didn't know how many parts, but it was obvious that it wasn't a single one. She didn't care how many times he shared, she just tried to understand, again, what he was talking about. Anyway, what seemed to be the first, showed a young woman, who had not passed her seventeen years, who was sitting in a garden so flowery that it hurt so much brightness and color. She was so beautiful that it wasn't like something that was easily noticed in the garden, it seemed like she was part of it, like her queen, her lady. So she nicknamed her as Dama.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

They only act cold towards me to keep on grandma's good side. The kids, however, the eldest are more mature. The likes of James, Oscar, Frank, Rose, and Summer. They are all reserved and cool, but you see Drake, Sussan, and Stella, that's not the case with them. Sussan mostly stays quiet and hardly ever does much, so it's hard to place her. It's funny that she and Drake are siblings. "Hey! I'm talking to you. Get back here! "Damien's voice pulls me out of my head and back to my environment.

This was the third woman he had danced with, her blue dress clinging to her figure as she appeared entirely captivated by him, grinding against him. In this setting, Damien appeared as the quintessential ladies' man—radiant, carefree, reveling in the moment. Yet, it struck me as somewhat paradoxical. Every previous encounter I'd had with him involved him being submerged in work. This was the first instance I'd witnessed him truly enjoying himself, albeit in the company of other women. Perhaps, this was his version of happiness.

my chest. "What do you want?" "Merely to inquire after your preparations," Damisus replied. "The challenge date approaches. I wondered how you're training for our encounter." The casual way he spoke of our impending battle made my hackles rise. As if it were a friendly sparring match rather than a fight that would determine our future or our deaths. "I'm not ready to talk to you," I said, the words clipped and sharp. "No?" Damisus sounded amused. "And yet you answered my call." I rose from my chair, unable to remain still with his voice in my ear. "We'll talk on the battlefield. That's all that matters." "Ah, yes. The battlefield." Damisus sighed, as if disappointed in my lack of conversati

Don’t even get her started on the ongoing bagel purchase. So between her and him, they clearly weren’t enemies. But did that make them friends? Allies? Maybe something… more? No. The bottom line was he was a duke and she was a huntress. The last time a pairing like this happened, the huntress ended up dead - not that Sush disagreed with the outcome - and the duke ended up angry, betrayed and heartbroken. There was no way he’d let it happen again. And there was no way she’d choose him over executing the plan she’d kept to herself for years.

he finally said. “How do you know that? You barely know Diane and the Moon Goddess made them fated mates,” I argued. “How did that work out for you, Princess?” Damian shot back. “That… that was different. It is not the same situation,” I countered. “Yes, that is true. Their situation is worse,” Damian spat. “How can you say that?” I asked. “The Moon Goddess makes the best decision for us.” “And if your mate is your enemy? Would that still be right? Is that her idea of a joke?” Damian questioned.