Stake Damsel Novels & Stories

"Did you miss me? Don't answer that, I know you did. I brought you a present. It's a miniature drum set." "Absolutely not," Alexander said instantly, his voice a crack of thunder. "I will throw it in the lake." "It's already in the playroom," Damien grinned wickedly. He turned to Stella. "Darling, say hello to the inmates." "Hello, inmates," Stella smiled warmly, stepping forward to give me a hug. She looked effortlessly chic in a tailored black jumpsuit. "Sorry we're late. Damien spent twenty minutes arguing with the barista at the coffee shop because they spelled his name with a 'Y'."

We've heard the stories just like we now hear the stories about the ruthlessness of his son, Nicholus Dicaprio. I turned my attention back to Damon as he spoke again, “He fought many wars and whenever he won any, he would capture the surviving women of the enemy and bring them to the North as his winning trophies. He had built the whole fucking harem in the castle. For a short period of time, he would lay his claim on one woman, announcing her as his mistress while tossing the others around for his friends to play with. But when he got bored with her, he would move to another woman,” Damon spat out in disgust.

When she reached the lower platform, she stopped a few paces in front of us. “I am Queen Amelia,” she said, as if the title itself ended the conversation. Damon inclined his head slightly, but I could feel the tension in him. He didn’t trust her. Neither did I. “The Geira Stone is not something you simply request,” she continued, circling the word request like it was mildly offensive. “And certainly not something I would allow wolves to dictate terms over.” “We’re not dictating,” Damon replied evenly. “We’re offering access to a mine in exchange for assistance. It’s mutually beneficial.”

Leaving the midwives and the lady in waiting to their miserable fate. ‘Help me,’ The duchess whispered in a raspy voice, ‘Please get it out of me.’ She sobbed weakly as her hands lay limp beside her. Her lady-in-waiting moved closer to her and bent forward to touch her belly. The spot where her hands rested lit up in a bright orange light, and the midwives shrank back in fear and shock. The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen.

Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”

Our eyes locked, this was it, the moment of truth, I had to decide, this was what I had been working towards, an end to the persecution of my people. “What is your name?” I asked. “Damon… Damon Chase.” I stretched out my hand, “I am Lady Cecile of the Vanderhills, supreme mother of the witches. If we are going to become allies, the least we can do is know each other’s name.” Damon took my hand in his, his grip was firm and strong as he shook my hand and when he let go, a small smile curled up on his lips.

Prince Stefan. “Oh okay” she responded amidst stammers as she wondered why he brought her here or even bought her. One thing she knew was she had to keep her true identity as a runaway princess a secret from everyone because at the end of the day whatever she was doing here would be an escape from her reality. It could finally be the freedom she ever wanted and longed for. The maids got her ready in a matter of time by preparing her bath and clothing. Prince Stefan walked back into the room where he had left Sofia, the weight of the intentions he had in mind playing somewhat happily in his head.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

But then, as she looked up at the devil's expectant gaze, a flicker of defiance sparked within her. "Fine," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "I'll make the deal. But on one condition." His brow arched, intrigued. "Oh? And what is that?" "I keep my mind. My soul stays mine. And if I ever find a way to break this bond, I will." The devil's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Done." He reached out to her, fire brushing his fingertips. Kayla paused, her hand shaking as she moved to connect with his. When their hands met, a wave of intense heat flowed through her, making the artifact shine more intensely.

)) Damien leaned over her shoulder and rubbed her tummy lovingly, I smiled and winked at her and she blushed (( stop it )) {{ Calipha was kept in the lower most part of the castle, with a silver chain around her ankle for years, so that's why you've never seen her before, I'm returning her to her pack as soon as Chad gets back so we can leave }} she looked confused {{ Chad and my niece are mates so he's going with us so her father can murder him }} she laughed and nodded.