Stake Damsel Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sure. This story revolves around November Starkey, only. There is obviously no room for the insignificant side characters." Turning away from the males, I motion for the servants to open up the carriage, and they do so. Gently, I hoist November up from the soft mattress she had been laying on, and guide her into my arms. In a bridal style, I lift her out of the golden carriage. With one step in front of the other, I proceed into Rome's Castle with the most beautiful woman, lying unconscious in my broad arms. I select six warriors out of the twenty to escort me into the Castle.

Damian ordered Stella, rose and isabella. "What the fuck is this, Stella ?..." Damian growled. Rose was leaning against the wall while isabella was standing beside damian with some distance and Stella was standing in front him. "She is saying that she is isabella..." Damian said pointing towards the girl who was a crying mess. Stella looked at the girls guiltily. "Yes, she is right damian... She is Isabella..." She confirmed and damian grabbed his hair in frustration as it was too much for him to take.

I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

“OF COURSE, IT’S ONLY NATURAL I ADD A LITTLE… INCENTIVE,” At her words, Beta Damon started to growl. I blinked in surprise. What was going on? Palace guards rushed to hold him. About six guards detained him, held him down as he went feral, growling and snapping his teeth angrily. What the—- “Amber look!” Vera yelled in dread. I turned at the same moment I smelled her citrus scent. My best friend. My pregnant best friend was tied to a stake. Lysandra smiled at me as the Guards carried the stake inside.

Anderson pushed her to the ground, but Dama still wore a smile. “I am a maid, and I accept that. I have served your daughter since my days of youth. I was barely ten when I began, and this is the thanks I get. Not that I expected much, but you should know your daughter needs you more. She is willful, and I doubt she will learn after this.” Dama needed not say more, for the guards carried her out. She was thrown out of the Anderson mansion with her little baggage.

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.’

And behind it, on a raised throne, Damian sat. He leaned back, expression unreadable. A woman with a clipboard stood beside him, addressing the crowd. “Lot Nine. Celeste. Not for sale. Trained personally by Master Rooke. Available for temporary service.” Murmurs rippled. “She is obedient, uninhibited, and has passed both public degradation and pain trials. But tonight, she will not be used alone.” The murmurs grew louder. Damian raised a hand. Another spotlight flickered on. Another toy stood on the opposite side of the stage. A male.

Elderly women fell to their knees, whispering praises to the Moon Goddess. But the warriors remained poised, alert—until finally, a massive black stallion appeared behind them, and on it rode Damian. Blood still crusted the edges of his armor. His face was unreadable, eyes like stone, but his head held high—his aura calm, controlled, and terrifying in its power. Behind his horse, Lila’s broken body dragged like a ragdoll in the dirt, her limbs twisted unnaturally, her hair matted with blood and soil. The crowd went silent again at the sight.

Diana replied. 'Andra'. Alexandra's head shot up at the sound of her mate's voice in her head. 'Yes My King'. She replied. 'Ana'. Diana raised her head to see her furious looking mate. 'Follow us'. With that, the two run away brides followed their Kings. *** Location: Supreme Castle Dungeons Vanessa fell on her butt as the guards threw her in. Couldn't they be more careful and handle her as the lady she is? 'Bunch of imbeciles!' She thought. They don't even know how to treat a lady.

"NOT ONLY DOES SHE KNOW HOW TO SWIM. BUT SHE ALSO KNOWS HOW TO PLAY THE PIANO. THE YOUNG MISTRESS OF THE DAMIEN FAMILY GAINS RECOGNITION FROM A MASTER PIANIST FOR HER SKILL AT PLAYING THE PIANO." "PRAISED FOR BEING ADEPT AT BOTH THE SWORD AND PEN." "SALEM DAMIEN GAVE SUPERSTAR SAHARA DAMIEN AN EXTRAVAGANT BANQUET TO WELCOME HER HOME." "MANY FAMOUS STARS GATHERED IN THE UNPRECEDENTED GRAND OCCASION." News about Sahara Damien continued to appear one after the other. The proud and contented face that appeared from time to time kept tearing at Tehilla's heart.