Detective Damsel の小説・ストーリー

"Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch." Then suddenly, without warning, everyone starts to clap their hands. I find it weird that people just started acting like a celebrity instantly landed in our firm. I turn to look at Amanda and Tin as they keep hitting each other's arms like they're in high school again, crushing over someone they just literally saw a few seconds ago. I mouthed a curse word under my breath, still confused of what's happening. "Detective Samara Culkin," The amount of confusion forming in my head suddenly crumbles down as I heard Officer Douglas call my name out.

“You are going to tell this to my husband. Every word. And then you are going to disappear. If I ever see you near my daughter again I will not hesitate.” Damien arrived moments later after I sent the alert. His face darkened with fury as the maid repeated her confession. He handled her with cold efficiency turning her over to our security team for further questioning. I stayed in the nursery with Maya rocking her until her breathing evened out again. The poison had not touched her. My instincts had saved her just in time. But the close call left me shaking. Damien returned after the maid was secured. He pulled us both into his arms holding us tightly. “She is safe,” he whispered. “Because o

Jolie snapped at her, but Janice just smirked and didn't say a word, but soon, someone stepped into a the train room, all dressed in a complete maid outfit, her outfit let down her back. "Jessica lohmes… at your service." Jessica bowed as she raised her head, and even Jolie was surprised at what she was seeing. Damien froze seeing Jessica standing there. He thought his eyes was deceiving him, but when he realized he wasn't seeing things, he felt all the blood drain out of her body seeing her bow to Jolie. "Damien look out!!" He heard Audrey scream before he felt a witch blast him with full power and he was thrown out of the castle, bursting through the walls.

Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”

“I do. My division has been trying to figure out what happened that night.” “Good. As it turns out, a video was captured of Anna walking through the back route no one ever takes, with the goblet box in her hand. Do you see how that looks suspicious?” Dmitry swallowed hard, fighting certain battles inside of him. He spoke when he was sure there wouldn't be as much hostility in his tone as he felt. "I don't see it, I'm sorry. Didn't you tell them you only took that path because the main hallway was filled with servants running around to ensure everything was put in place before the ceremony began?” He questioned, still without looking at her.

"That fucking slut.....where in the world did he go. No matter how far you go Jun, I'll make sure to drag you back here. You can't escape this easily, I won't let you. You will regret what you did." Mrs. Yu was determent on getting Jun back no matter what, she made some calls and sat on her armchair with an evil smirk. "I'll get you here back my slave." _________________________________________

A small sense of relief crept in, though his anger remained. On the other hand, Weya, Mosa, and Yonara were disappointed. Serena had once again managed to evade their neatly laid trap. "She's really clever... she even managed to escape at the perfect moment," Weya hissed sourly. Damien approached the old maid who had guided him. In a tone full of emphasis, he asked, "Who said you saw Serena with a strange man?" The maid immediately lowered her head, her body trembling, and apologized repeatedly. Damien snorted loudly, then left the room to return to Charis.

She commanded. No one moved. Her eyes glazed around and then she spoke. “Denise, come forward.” The blood walked forward, dipped her hand into the box and pulled out a paper. I waited, watching her unwrap it and she smiled. “It's not me.” “Amber,” the priestess called. The red Head climbed the stairs and picked a paper. She was shaking as she opened the paper and then spoke with a relaxed happy voice. “Not me, either.” Then the next one climbed and another until…