Novelas y relatos de Detective Damsel

~DAMON~ Damon’s flight to New York was not as easy as he hoped it would be. His flight was late once and another was canceled. He got to the city of New York much later than he thought he would, but now that he was there, he couldn’t rest. Though he was beyond tired, somewhere in this city were answers that Kahlan had been searching for. Damon Meir now found himself staring at a motel door. Once he landed, he went straight to the bank and requested information on the woman who had set up the account. It took some convincing, but the teller he spoke with listened to his story. He left out most of the gruesome parts; in the end it became a simple story. A young girl was separated from her moth

He heard Rojas's footsteps behind him and he quickly changed his expression into a straight one once again. "Where is she?" He asked simply. "She's in the basement sir." Rojas repiled straight away. Damien hummed and walked down towards the basement with Rojas tagging behind. They both reached the basement and unlocked the door. Damien Instantly smirked seeing the trembling woman tied in shackles and chained up. She was treated more worse than an animal. Claire's eyes widened seeing Damien. Her eyes glittered showing signs of hope in them. She didn't know that Damien was behind her being chained down to the cold floor in only her bra and panties. Her gown had been ripped and torn off by Dami

A flicker of something she didn’t want me to see. That’s when I remembered it—the old scroll. The coded letter Damien and I had discovered a week ago at the execution site. We had never fully deciphered it, but I remembered the strange symbols. Something about it still haunted me. I snatched it from my desk and wrapped it in cloth. I had to try something. I descended the narrow steps into the cold heart of the castle, two guards following behind me. The dungeon was dark and damp, lit by only a few lanterns. Serena was curled in the corner of her cell, her wrists bound by enchanted cuffs.

The detective thought to just ran away and call for help but his feet felt glued on the floor. ‘Bron tu neto Sir ravyo forenso Portu harem mossuna! Domus, Domus, Domus!’ “DOMUS!” the nun threw her head back as she yelled the last word, her eyes flew open wide. Her whole body shook and the detective was quick to catch her before she hit the ground. She was catching her breath but her eyes never left Lucas’ body, who remained unmoving.

'She was not fragile like a flower. She was fragile like a bomb.' ———♤♤♤——— "Are you sure about this, honey?" Liliana Romano asked Bella as her eyes became glassy with tears threatening to spill, her husband holding her tightly by the waist. It was only natural for them to feel down, they were after all sending their only daughter to America. Bella was already twenty years old, she was old enough to make decisions of her own. The two can only support her as she tries to accomplish her goal: taking down the Sicilian Mafia.

I grabbed Lila’s hand, my pulse roaring in my ears as we watched Damien disappear into the darkened house. A minute passed. Then another. suddenly..... A scream tore through the night. Not Damien’s. "Mrs. Henderson’s." I was out of the car before I could think, dragging Lila with me toward the sound just in time to see Damien stagger out of Alexander’s bedroom, his face ashen. In his arms lay Mrs. Henderson, blood soaking her floral apron. And clutched in her trembling fingers..... holding on to a chess piece. The queen. Smeared with red.

His face snapped up to mine. I took another step closer, my eyes locking onto his. “She is dangerous, Damien,” I said, my voice dropping into something more serious, “more dangerous than anyone here realizes.” His brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?” I hesitated, just for a more dramatic effect, then I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. “She is a witch, Damien don't you see? An evil cunning woman, and she is not who she portrays herself to be. She is in the dark.”

"Your fiancée didn't just authorize an asset sweep when your father fell. She’s been inside my network since the night at the Southwark annex." "She isn't an auditor," Elias breathed, a low, desperate whimper escaping his throat as Damien’s mouth moved higher, biting gently on his jawline, reigniting the slow-burning, erotic fire that threatened to consume them both right in front of the security monitors. Elias wrapped his arms around Damien’s massive shoulders, his fingers clawing at the thick muscles of his back. "She’s an extraction agent. She kept the engagement timeline alive to map our biometric signatures while we were distracted in the dark."

She said professionally. The lady looked at the ID then at Avery then back at the ID before opening the book in front of her. After sometime she took a phone and placed a call. “A detective is here looking for someone named Dominic Waltz, okay no problems.” She dropped the phone and looked at Avery. “This way please” she said and led them away. They went through an hallway and walked down towards the end of the hallway, then opened the door and the receptionist request for them to enter, which they did.

But that was the danger now, wasn’t it? She had punished. She had reclaimed. She had dominated. And now the question wasn’t what else she could take It was: Would she ever give again? The elevator doors opened on a floor she didn’t recognize. No red velvet. No sterile lights. No mirrored walls. Just warmth. And a single flickering candle in the center of the room. Next to it, a chair. And next to the chair—Damian. Kneeling. Head bowed. Unbound. Unshackled.