Novel & Cerita Damsel Novel

Eleanor The morning sun broke through the gauzy curtains like a thief, slipping across my face and dragging me, unwillingly, into consciousness. I blinked against the light, momentarily disoriented. The sheets were tangled around me, a silky prison of confusion and twisted dreams. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Then I heard the soft clink of porcelain from the other room. Damian. The villa The board meetings. And the emotional whiplash that was now my daily reality.

Short, big green eyes eyed me with an uncanny look— glimmering with mischief under the chandelier. I gulped. Her hair, black with voluminous curls bounced with each step. She took short steps towards me, and once she was close enough, she deftly snatched a flute of champagne off the waiter's tray— Almost toppling the other to the floor. Wow! The poor waiter scrambled to get his footing right, the imbalance had clearly taken him off-guard. If it shatters, my dress will be stained. Reasoning that, I retreated far away from its range, and the green-eyed stranger followed after me.

My damsel was gone. Damsel. That word hadn’t crossed my lips in months, maybe more. But even now, it still felt like magic on my tongue. She was still my everything. But now I had three girls to fight for. Brinda. And Benna and her twin sister. And I would burn the world for both of them.

I can still recall that dizzy feeling of his hard body pressed against me and I feel my nipples harden and press against the fabric of my dark green dress at the memory. I chose this color not only because it’s the color of the tassels of my graduation gown but because it brings out the green in my eyes. My eyes typically dance between brown and hazel most of the time, but there are moments when the sun hits them just right when you can see flecks of green. A fact that Theo had brought up on more than one occasion. The dress is midi length, but hugs me in all the right places, highlighting my hourglass figure. I’m bronzed from my recent trip to the beach with my friends—our final girls’ trip

Talk about being a heavy sleeper. "I can't believe I have to carry you,"I mumbled to myself,as I dragged him throwing him on the coach. I changed into something cold as a noticed a text on my notification bar.Checking the text I realized it was Ella James the lady who I sold the Morrone's land.She was inviting me to a masked dinner at her place. After the house burned down three years ago the bodies were ashes so the family decided to burry empty caskets during the funeral.

Unfortunately for her, her eyes are her downfall. ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~ I face her, waiting. Her hair is jet black, and Dom wasn't lying. Her eyes are mesmerising, something I have never seen. One is two colours. He wasn't lying when he said she was a pretty little thing. "What's your name, girl?" Her head rises, and she glares, infuriated at me. "I apologise, my lady. What is your name?" Her eyes widen as she bites against her lip. I watch her neck roll as she slowly swallows.

DAHLIA'S POV I wake up with a violent start, screaming as if I’ve just been dragged out of a river after drowning. My chest rises sharply as I struggle to breathe properly, my eyes flying around the unfamiliar room while panic grips me instantly. For a second, I don’t recognize where I am. Then the memories rush back all at once. There was a crash. The blood and gunshots… And a woman standing in front of Sunny's wrecked car… Has the organization finally kidnapped me? Is this what they wanted all along? What are they planning to do with me now?

"Well earlier today, prince Damien snuck past the packs boundaries. As narrated,he headed towards a beautiful lake,there he conversed a beautiful damsel. "Hmm, beautiful damsel". "Let me guess". "Blonde hair and curvy nature" he smirks, earning nods from me. "Kara" he whispers,boardening his negative expression. "A beautiful damsel suspected being his mate,our Luna. Their visibly shared sparks proves her prince Damien's long searched mate,she's no doubt our future Luna" I explain. "Aged news Chris,skip to the current and relevant information" he hushs, expressing visibly his discomfort.

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.”