Novel & Cerita Detective Damsel

They like to collect some strange creatures after all. She glanced at me, “Let’s blend in.” A woman dressed in pure diamonds and silky red sequins trailing down her long gown was walking along with a man on her arm. Arya gave a signal to me and I nodded. She then grabbed the woman while I grabbed the man. The two looked at us horrifyingly. “Uhm…who are you?” Asked the woman. Arya pointed to her dress, “I need a dress.” She managed to knock her out and stripped her down so she could wear her dress. I focused on the man and grabbed his clothes too and decided to head inside the building.

I give him a cold look that promises fratricide later. “Can you describe them?” the Captain asks, ignoring him. “One was tall, with dark hair, good body. She had a mask on, but … something about her felt familiar. She undressed Damion.” “And she only touched Damion … not you?” “Yeah.” My voice cracks with relief. Thank every angel guarding me. “The other one I didn’t see, just heard her voice. She was rambling about some guy in love with a princess.” “Oh, and she wore red heels,” I add with a scowl. “Kicked me in the head with one.”

They never imagined a simple case of mistaken identity would unravel such a massive conspiracy. And they never would have guessed that the gentle Elena was the Alliance's Lead Researcher. Or that the so-called noble Serena was one of the masterminds behind the disaster. "All of you, leave," Damien said flatly. The nobles scattered like rats, terrified of his wrath. Soon, it was just me and Damien. He walked over and pulled me gently into his arms. "It's all over," he whispered in my ear. "I will never let anyone hurt you again."

The guards moved out of the way, but informed Hale of their incoming visitor. Joselyn navigated the huge castle herself as she had been there before. She made her way steadily to the throne room where she knew Damon would be. She could already hear voices the closer she got to the throne room. So she did what anyone in her shoes would have done. She slowed her footstep and calmed her heart to a steady beat so she could listen in on their conversations. “How many Arabellas have they found?” the cold hard voice of Damon asked. “They found ten,” Hale answered. “But only two seemed to be within the right age range. They do not have mates and don’t display any power which means he lied. Her name

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

She knows she had it on before entering the interrogation room. She made sure it was in full view of Mr. Daniels. Seeing a woman in a position of power was sure to get him angry; angry enough to confess, she hoped. Sighing, she made her way back. Once inside, she sees it under the table. ‘The clip must have broken,’ she thought. ‘How did I not hear that?’

“So this is the new prototype?” “Excuse me?” Ariana snapped before she could stop herself. I stepped forward fast. “Cleo, you’re just here on business—” Her eyes flicked down to Isabella. Accessing. Weighing her. She noticed the bandaged hand, the oversized robe, the mess of soft curls around Isabella’s flushed face. Then she turned back to me. “Didn’t know you were into rescuing wounded birds now, Damien. Or is this some kind of… revenge fantasy? You always did have a thing for damsels in distress.”

Probably I didn't eat much throughout the day. “Dalen, do you know why Hazel came back home?” That's it. I knew it. She'd definitely talk about it. Dad seem to be in a good mood. “No? Why? I thought she doesn't want to tell us” “Well, she did today. She left because she found out another woman is carrying Damon’s child” “Who is Damon?” “Damon Lorenzo of course” I snapped my eyes and opened them again. The expression I'm noticing from him was quite similar to her own.

Damien said to me, “She knew that if your best friend was in danger that you would come back to rescue her.” “She?” I asked, “She, who?” Damien looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. “Lily,” he said, “She wasn’t a captive of the Circle. She is a high-ranking member of the Circle.” My eyes widened in shock. “What?” Tommy growled, “Are you sure?” Damien nodded. I looked up at Tommy and he met my eyes. “Louise,” I said, and he nodded. “I have to-” he started, but I shook my head.

The detective asked, as she got the glass from Hazel’s hand and placed it back on the table beside her. “Like I died and I’m back or am I?” Hazel asked leaning back at her pillows with a sigh. “Who are you?” She asked, with her eyes still closed. “Excuse my manners. I’m detective Sarah Parker, and I’m the one working on your family case.”