Detective Damsel Novels & Stories

But my fingers twitched toward the dagger hidden beneath my skirt before I caught sight of my captor. Lady Vanessa. Her eyes, sharp as ever, flicked over me, her grip tightening before she let me go. “Do you have a death wish, girl?” she hissed. I raised a brow, smoothing out my dress. “Not particularly.” Vanessa inhaled sharply, shaking her head. “Damien has been watching you like a starving wolf.” I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “I hadn’t noticed.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t play games with me, Sirella. You know what he’s like when he becomes obsessed with something.”

Would you mind explaining how we discovered your name connected to a burning crime scene and the private army of an international fugitive? Damien's expression remained calm and collected. "I'll tell you everything, but only if you promise that we're all safe." Her brows raised. “From whom?” Damien's voice fell, harsh and menacing. “Hastings, Claire.” The detectives looked at each other tensely, obviously remembering the name. "It has been five years since her death." I firmly interrupted, "No." She is still alive. And until she completes what she began, she won't give up.

“Seal every entrance. Double the patrols. No one enters or leaves without my approval.” The guards nodded, their armor clinking as they hurried from the room. Hazel waited until the door closed before speaking. “It’s not enough.” Damon turned to her, his brow furrowing. “What do you mean?” “They’re already inside,” Hazel said, her voice steady despite the knot of fear in her chest. “Whoever helped them knew exactly where to strike. We need to find out how they got here—and who let them in.” --- The investigation began immediately. Damon and Hazel retraced the traitor’s steps, moving through the castle’s winding corridors and hidden passages. Guards scoured every inch of the keep, but it was

No longer exactly a gun but it was something. She was given to the basement stairs. Midway down someone grabbed her from the back of. She swung that extinguisher hard without even thinking. I heard it crack against something. The attacker went down. Celeste didn't look back. Just kept moving. The basement was completely dark. Cold as hell. She fell along the wall trying to find a light. Footsteps behind her. She spun around, extinguisher equipped. "it's me." Damien appeared from the darkness. Blood streaming down his face from a reduce above his eye.

Some of his men appeared from nowhere and threw a lady who had her hands bound on the ground besides us. She was bruised badly and disheveled. She slowly raised her head; it was Amora. What’s happening here? I blinked my eyes severally but nothing changed. Everyone froze except for Alto who was very amused. The moment Amora saw Damien, desperation took over her and she screamed his name. “Damien. Please help me.” She thrashed around on the floor, whipping up dust as she cried. I was having a hard time processing the scene before me. How did she get here? Who brought her? What am I say missing?

He settled back into the sofa with the careful movement of a man minding his ribs, and his arm settled around me, and I felt the exhale of someone who had done something they'd been carrying for a while and was now letting the weight of it down. And I lay there in the dark behind my closed eyes and did not breathe too loudly and thought about what I had just heard. Damien had been looking for someone. For sixteen years. A girl. Under a name he'd given deliberately, a name that wasn't hers, so that the investigation couldn't be traced back to either of them. He had been paying a private investigator to look for a girl for sixteen years and had just closed the investigation because the investi

“Not everything, but I’m close. Damien is obsessed with her. He doesn’t see straight when she’s involved. That’s our opening.” “What about the girl?” “She’s sick. Vulnerable. Perfect.” “Good. Keep him distracted. We need access to the vault.” “I know what I’m doing,” Cherry snapped. “You’d better. If you mess this up….” “I won’t.” She hung up and stood in the cold for a while, staring at the stars. ~~~ In the morning, Damien stood outside Selene’s door again, a cup of tea in hand. “Selene?” No answer. He turned the knob slowly and entered. She was asleep, pale and sweating. The tray from yesterday lay untouched.

"Don’t let him turn you into something you’re not..." But she didn’t hear me. She wasn’t Sera. Damian’s body was on the floor unconscious, barely breathing. I looked back just in time to see her teeth bared, a snarl rising at me before she rolled me off, fast as lightning, pinning me to the floor. Her claws brushed my ribs. Her eyes locked on mine. "No…" I breathed. And then crack! Ayla slammed the door open wider. "Move!" she said, already pointing our warriors gun at her. "She’s gone rogue!"

Mrs Walter let out loudly before breaking down completely. Damien was confused, just a few days ago, they had received a call from the detectives notifying them that they found a lead on her kidnappers which was good news, but then listening to what Mrs Walter was saying, only made everything confusing. However, he had to try and make her calm down so he got up and hugged her while saying it's okay, but he doesn't think she's dead no one would dare to kill the sole heiress to the Walter groups of companies....

As Arrya came out, they stopped her and held her captive. At Damien's office, Aaron rushed in and showed him what was going on in his iPad. Immediately Damien saw it, the black hair lady with the sea blue eyes on her face mask and his securities were squeezing her hand as she tried to free herself. Damien dropped the iPad and walked out. " What is this little woman trying to do?" He thought to himself as he walked to where there was.