Damsel Sequel Novels & Stories

Nathan answered her. She flinched.”why would I be expecting you in any way?” She said in an angry tone.” Are you insinuating that I'm a stalker?” “No, we are sorry.” Musk pleaded. “Alright, I will lead the way.” She utters and turned around. Damien licked the lowest of his lips in a seductive manner,, and then it dawns on Ethan that Damien stares straight into strange lady eyes and is probably under a spell. They arrived at the king castle. Whoa! Its beauty was done fantastic and appeasing to the eyes. It's alluring beauty, just then Ethan notices some purples marbles and knows immediately that the country they are, might be full of demons.

Silas straightened up and adjusted his cuffs. "I don't need to hurt you, Sera. I just need you to exist. As long as you are alive and in my possession, Damien will do exactly what I want. He will come for you. He will walk into every trap I set. He will burn his own life down just to catch a glimpse of you." He walked back to his seat and picked up his glass again. "You haven't lost, my dear. You’ve succeeded in doing what no army could ever do. You defeated Damien. You just did it with love instead of a bullet."

she says. ELICIA --------- I parked my car, got out and struggled to get close to them to eavesdrop on their conversation without giving myself away or creeping them out but I fail miserably. There was traffic and trying to manoeuvre my way close to them was more difficult but I eventually managed to but as soon as l start making my way to them one action that was taken by the young pretty lady made me halt in my tracks. She kisses his cheek and she saunters her way back to her car and gets in.

She annihilated dozens of males whom she thought deserved such punishment. Damian's father, Damascus, who Matilda thought of as only a human, was her recent husband who she accidentally killed with her ability. After such an incident, Damascus faked his death and left the village, leaving his wealth and his castle in the moor, to whom he had sworn to serve. "...But your father was sick and exhausted of immortal life, so he went here in Daisy Valley and married my sister," Elfar added and took a pot of tea and offered some of his herbal tea to Damian as he continued his tale.

The crying had disturbed one who had been weaned and raised on the notion that weakness was to be shown only to close family, if ever. And now she was sitting close to the fireplace, a blanket round her and a warm mug of wine clasped in her small hands. “I’m searching for my sister,” she said. “They said she had been taken across the border. I’ve never been this far south before.” “What’s your name, girl?” Drago asked, holding up his hand when he saw that Xander was about to speak. “Cassie,” she said. “That is, Princess Cassandra of Alba. And if you ever come across Adam Campbell, tell him I hate him and I wouldn’t marry him now if he were the last person in the land.”

Sam swallowed, she understood completely, although what her sister was about to do was painful but necessary, "Damien is also out there, I'll also stay and fight alongside my husband too, his people are now my people" Ariana smiled and opened a secret passage, only she and Dylan knew about this passage, on the other side of the passage was a river, her heart pounded painfully, she placed her baby in a safety boat,

The golden chandeliers cast their warm glow over the assembled nobility, creating the illusion of a perfect world-a world of wealth, refinement, and carefully crafted masks. At the center of it all stood Lady Victoria Windsor, Duchess of Sussex, adorned in an emerald silk gown that clung to her slender waist before cascading to the floor in shimmering waves. Diamonds sparkled at her neck and ears, but it was her sharp hazel eyes and confident smile that held the true power. She was untouchable, unshakable-at least on the surface. Beside her, Lady Catherine Markham, her dearest friend and confidante, sipped from a glass of champagne, her sapphire gown scandalously low-cut. Her auburn hair glo

CHAPTER SIXTEEN DAMON Point of View I stood watch at the edge of my chambers, gazing at the shadowy landscape before me. The moon, a silver crescent, casted an eerie light upon the untamed territory. This was my kingdom, forged from the shadows—a place for the exiles, the outcasts and the warriors who have nowhere to go. Still, it wasn't enough. My true kingdom had been stolen from me. My birthright was taken away by the treachery of Damisus, and now, the pain of my sister's troubles tormented me like an open wound that refused to heal. Jessica. I clenched his fists at my sides, I had failed her. I had always vowed to protect her, but now she was trapped, shackled to a man who had no mercy.

“But right now, the gallery is fully booked. If you had brought this to me a week ago, I would have agreed without hesitation.” A lump formed in my throat. A week ago? If only I had known. If only I had acted faster, moved quicker, been one step ahead instead of drowning in my own hesitation. Delaware exhaled, leaning back slightly as if trying to soften the blow. “At the moment, Hillman has booked a three-week convention to showcase the missing pieces of Hilther—treasures from the ancient times. We’re swamped, Darla.” Hillman. Of course.

I look at her as she smiles, then she stands up. She begins her speech. “As you all know, the Hera Consortium activities were supposed to stop after the death of the former president and his missing daughter. The former president made it clear that his daughter would be his successor after he left. Because of the missing daughter, we couldn’t continue business, so it was put to a halt. Now, his daughter has arrived, the new Hera president, and the Hera Queen, Katherine!” She motions to me, and they all chant again, “Welcome back, Your Highness!”