Novel & Cerita Modern Damsel In Distress

“A business merger with vows attached.” The chandelier glittered above us, cold and merciless, as my world quietly shattered into a cage I hadn’t chosen. I was trading one cage for another. I was Elena Moretti, the socialite all Manhattan either wanted or wanted to be. Where Damien Davenport was called the Golden Prince, I was called the Frozen Princess. I was a doll who smiled in front of the cameras, never stepped out of the house without make-up, my clothes were tailored to my body... Whether I was picking up weight or losing it, my clothes were always fitting to my body.

Drake asked him in a challenging tone. “ Ian Evans doesn't appreciate a no in answer. Since you're daring enough to challenge me, I'm willing enough to take it up. So let's get to the business... Regarding your artwork, it clearly speaks about the story of a woman. A woman, who wants to fly and shine with her own colours but held back by the society and people around her. Your rough line shows the roughness of the path she chose. She has uncountable colours inside her with which she can paint her own life story but her hands are tied with chains of thoughts by others. She has an invisible tear in her eyes but she decided to put her brave front to the world with her smile. You want to show th

All I had to do was slip inside his office, plant the files, and disappear like a ghost. But the moment I pushed open the heavy door, everything fell apart. A woman’s raw, broken moan cut through the air. “Oh god, Damien… fuck, yes!” The huge floor-to-ceiling windows showed the glittering city skyline, but the real show was happening right in front of them. Damien Vale had a woman pinned against the glass. She was elegantly dressed, a wedding ring shining on her finger. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her panties hung from one ankle. He stood behind her, pants open just enough, thrusting into her with hard, punishing strokes.

While Damien was in the shower, I found the perfect dress for tonight. It is a mid-thigh length black dress that hugged all my curves. It has spaghetti straps and a low neckline that shows a little cleavage, but not so much that it makes me look like a whore. I'm trying to look good for my mate... not every unmated male in the pack. Yara says, "Girl, that's the way to get his motor running. You look HOT!"

88 | E V E , H A L F - B L O O D G I R L , T H E P O S S E S S O R O F T H E S P I R I T O F A N U B I S *** Damien turned around and found the girl he had saved was now better dressed than before. In fact, she looks like a beautiful girl who comes from a rich family and even has a fairly high social status in society. "Does it look weird?"

She laughed, "I changed my mind!" Faricenda opposed again. "I never knew she is so stubborn…" They both turned on hearing the huff and Dama walked closer to them, Dama was putting on an ash-silvered coloured gown which obviously made her look like a gangster's queen. "Oh my Dama!" Princess Faricenda exclaimed unbelievably, "I never knew you wore these things." She laughed. "I look horrible right?" Dama whispered, finding it difficult to walk well - obviously, she was forced to wear it,

He’s going to be mine. I march through the palace, heels clicking against the marble flood, and spot the usual array of overdressed maids clamoring at Damien’s door–skirts hitched up, bodices laced too tight, makeup ghastly and garish. It’s been a problem ever since Clara’s… ascension. Damien takes one worthless Omega maid to bed, and suddenly they all think they have a chance.

"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." _________________________________________

She walked to lounge and take seat with Amara. "What happened mom? Amanda didn't look well?" Amara asked taking her mother's hand in hers. "Damien saved that bitch Celestine and shackled I and Amanda in his dungeon. He instructed his men to rape Amanda. They destroyed my daughter in front of my eyes and I was helpless tied to chair. I failed to save her." Julie covered her face with her palms and cried. "I warned you not to mess with Damien but you two never listened to me." Amara scolded her mother.

“I used to want your approval, you know. I used to think maybe one day you’d care. But now I see you for what you are.” “And what’s that?” I asked. “A coward. A man who hides behind power. A man who ruins everything he touches.” I was about to respond, to shout something not very nice back, when I heard fast running footsteps coming at us and a pale faced maid rushed into the garden breathing hard. "Alpha! Sir Damien!" We both turned to her at the same moment. "What is it?" I said shortly. “It’s Lady Sirella!” she said, her voice trembling. “She’s in labor! It just began.”