Damsel Syndrome Novels & Stories

“Good. What is your diagnosis of her? I say she probably has some sort of trauma she hasn't healed from. Do you think the same way?” Andrei gave it a good thought for a couple of seconds. “She asked me to let go when I caught her before she could fall. She fainted after seeing all three of us together–” “She talks about men with such unrivalled viciousness,” Vladimir interrupted to add. “Then again, it could just be me in particular she reserves the verbal lashings for.” “Let's not forget she lived in an all women villa for most of her life,” Hedeon jumped in.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

I had always wanted to be a psychiatrist but all that was thrown off the window after the incident. I never had any where to go,all my relatives lived far from home some ten hours drive away.All the cars and the house burned down.Considering I was a good distance after running but I could see the fire seizing down.You could see my eyes were puffy I cried for my parents who were inside the house and all I could think of is my mom pushing me through the vent to run,her last words to me being "Pain has limits,fear doesn't..promise to always keep your head up so that your crown won't fall.A Queen is what you are,Belle."

Drake asked him in a challenging tone. “ Ian Evans doesn't appreciate a no in answer. Since you're daring enough to challenge me, I'm willing enough to take it up. So let's get to the business... Regarding your artwork, it clearly speaks about the story of a woman. A woman, who wants to fly and shine with her own colours but held back by the society and people around her. Your rough line shows the roughness of the path she chose. She has uncountable colours inside her with which she can paint her own life story but her hands are tied with chains of thoughts by others. She has an invisible tear in her eyes but she decided to put her brave front to the world with her smile. You want to show th

he tells her. “What kind of rules?” she asks “I will always avail myself when needed, but you cannot call me. I’m the only one who’s allowed to call you.” “You said you are not married,” Raven says to him. Damon was suspicious; he said he was not married, yet he was telling her not to call her. “There’s just a lot of danger around me, and my priority would keeping you safe. Might not make sense now, but let's agree on that,” Damon tells her.

He smiled like he knew it would get under my skin. And it did. My fists clenched the edge of the duvet instinctively. That word—damsel. How dare he use that word with me again? Like I was some helpless, fragile ornament to be pitied or possessed. I sat up straighter, my voice rising like a tide. “Don’t call me that again.” He blinked, slowly, like a cat pretending not to be amused. “What? You don’t want me to call you damsel?” he repeated as if tasting the word on his tongue.

She smiles and hugs me, and I step back, getting whiplash from her mood changes. "Your hair will compliment the dress, so I must do this. Follow me." She pulls me through the back and unzips the dress. I gawp at it. The dress is a sort of prom sheah dress, black and beautiful. Diamonds encase the upper bust. The sweetheart neckline, however, dips extremely low. I glance at the arms, barely that. They are thin straps with diamonds running along them. Three straps on each side.

I nodded my head. "Yey!" He yelled in excitement and his lips started doing their magic. As Ace touched me like it was the first time again, I couldn’t be anymore happier than this…I felt like nothing could ever break us apart. We had experienced almost everything and handled the worse of the worse, yet our bond has never been stronger. I am his, and he is mine. I am Queen Kira, Once a damsel in distress, but now, the Alpha King’s Human Mate. And also, the queen of the Witch Realm.

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.

Yeon visibly gulped and replied, "Ah..he eats less for his age. He is a picky eater. if he won't like something he won't eat at all. is there anything serious doctor?" Doctor Shin smiled and shook his head, "well it's not serious at the moment, but it can be if he goes on like this." Yeon made a confused face at the comment and the doctor took out Jun's reports to let Yeon have a view. "See here Mr. Woo, he has anemia. Plus he is pretty low in vitamins. His body is barely coping up with all the stress and physical exhaustion. I did see some bruises on his body and let me tell you some has injured him internally too",