Detective Damsel Novels & Stories

She paused and then continued, "I changed into a blue dres to escape from Mr. Damien, and that's the dress I originally came with it" She answered effortlessly as there wasn't even a little hole or mistakes in her words. "But..." "Mummy!" A childish voice sounded as Scarlett looked past Detective Jonathan. Her expressionless face was finally full of smiles and tenderness. With a push Mr. Jonathan was pushed out of the door. "My Babies!" Scarlett squatted and hugged Delanie who jumped into her arms.

Amelia said, gently patting his back. Damian moaned. “I won’t,” he said. The next day, Damian and Amelia were supposed to meet with police officers regarding Damian’s suspicious accident. The couple greeted the detective and the officer that came to their mansion. The young officer was in awe and was observing the high ceilings of the manor while the detective had a professional smile on his face as he offers a handshake to Damian and Amelia. “Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Castillo. I am Detective Kim and this is Lieutenant Connor” Detective Kim said after shaking hands with Damian and Amelia.

she shook her head. The inspector looked at her, "C'mon, tase her." Evelyn shook her head violently, "No! No! Let me go! I'll tell you the password! I'll tell you the password!" She sobbed. "So? Tell us," the inspector snorted. With tears streaming down her face, she croaked, "It's Damian with a hashtag, all Caps." "Try it." The female constable tried it, and it actually unlocked. "It unlocked," her eyes brightened.

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”

If we had listened to it earlier, maybe we would have managed to save our mother, but now she has lost it all…” “ We heard all that you’ve said, Lycan King, but who was then the one responsible for the kidnap of Lady Rebecca?” Peter asked ignoring all that I had said about Edwina “ It was one of Rebecca's servants, her name is Benita. She had been planted there by Damien because he had something on her so she had to do his bidding. It is so sad. I couldn’t save her in the process because she lost her life in the process, Damien killed her. She was just a victim too.

We stayed at the battlefield that night, too exhausted to make the journey back to Shadow Ridge. Wolves from various packs set up camp, tended fires, and shared food while processing everything that had happened. I was helping Maya organize sleeping arrangements when Dominic approached with an urgent expression. "Laila, there's someone here who says she has information about Damien. Information you need to hear before he's found." "Who?" "One of the Council operatives we captured. A woman named Claire. She's asking to speak with you specifically."

said Damien with a smirk . " My name is Charlotte Anadol . I am the second princess of Anadol . Daughter of the second concubine of the king of Anadol . I came here to fulfill the agreement . Pleased to meet you dragon king and pleased to be here ! " said Charlotte . " Pleased to meet you to princess ! Although.........You don't look very pleased to be here . " said Damien . " Knowing that my neck could be chopped off anytime , it isn't something to be pleased about . " said Charlotte with a blank stare .

It was like being centre stage—a feeling she'd never appreciated much. "Erm, my victim is Catriona Sykes." Jess bent to throw a brush into the centre. It still had puffs of Cat's blonde hair attached, which could only be a positive if what she understood about magic was accurate. "Brush complete with hair." Damien smiled his approval. "Nicely done." He stood, did a theatrical spin, and threw a sock into the mix. "My victim is Annabelle Ross." Kiaan frowned, looking down at the dirty off-pink sock. "Where did you get one of her socks?"

She rests her head back against the smooth, curved edge of the porcelain, closing her eyes. She doesn't know when she completely doses off, her consciousness slipping away as she succumbs to a deep, heavy sleep in the warmth of the bath. Outside, down in the spacious castle living room, Damien in disguise, stands silently. But the corner of his lips curls slowly into a satisfied smile as he thinks of his luck. ‘It seems the Moon Goddess is finally on his side,’ he muses. ‘The perfect weakness has just presented itself.’

Damien stiffened, having heard it too. “Fuck!” he cursed, grabbing her roughly and yanking her to her feet. The glass of water fell and shattered on the floor, but Damien didn’t care as he dragged her out of the room. Emelia spotted a helicopter from the corner of her eye. It had landed a safe distance from the cottage, but close enough that Damien wouldn’t be able to escape. Armed men rushed toward them, fierce and determined. She could tell instantly that these weren’t law enforcement, but it didn’t matter. Relief flooded her—someone had come to rescue her.