Novels by Queenarra

Damian sat on the sofa with his breathing becoming more regular, though his face still looked dark. The wine in his glass was placed unceremoniously on the table, no longer attracting his attention. Yara, who was still sitting next to him, watched carefully. This is a chance to know more, she thought. If she could understand Damian's wounds, maybe she could find a way to conquer the man."Damian," Yara called slowly, making sure her voice didn't provoke any more emotions. "I want to know something. About... Mrs. Dania. What exactly happened to her?"Damian turned his head quickly, his gaze piercing. There was doubt in his eyes, but Yara held that look, waiting for his answer."You want to know about my mother?" Damian asked in a low voice, almost a whisper. Yara nodded slowly. "You said she's been sick for eighteen years. That's a long time, Damian. I just... want to understand. What made her like that?"Damian sighed heavily, his body leaning back against the couch. His hands clench

The next day, Damian sat in the living room with a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes were dreamy, his mind dark, full of anger and bitter memories. Felix. The name kept haunting his mind. All the old wounds he had tried to bury all this time came rushing back. And now, in front of her was Yara, that girl. Yara's eyes, her smile, even the way she looked-all reminded Damian of the man who had ruined his mother's life. Yara, who had been standing by the door, watched Damian. She knew he was deep in thought, but she didn't care. If this was her way of conquering the monster, then she would do it. With slow steps, Yara approached, wearing a simple dress that accentuated her curves. "Damian," she called softly. "Why are you sitting here alone? You look... different." Damian looked up, his eyes sharp, full of suspicion. "What do you want, Yara?" Yara smiled a little, then sat down next to him uninvited. She touched Damian's arm lightly. "I just wanted to know what you were thinking. Y

Damian sat in the dark and silent study, illuminated only by the dim light of the desk lamp. His face was tense, his eyes red from lack of sleep over the past week. The phone on his desk rang, but after hearing the voices of his team members on the other end only to announce yet another failure, Damian threw the phone against the wall. The phone shattered into a million pieces."Dogs all!" Damian growled under his breath, his hands clenched into fists until his knuckles turned white. He stared blankly at the table, his mind haunted by the image of his missing mother. From behind the door, Yara peeked out cautiously. The girl bit her lip, trying to decide whether she should go in or not. But after seeing Damian slumped over in despair, she took a deep breath and ventured into the room. "Damian," Yara called softly as she approached. Damian didn't answer. He only looked up briefly before looking down again, ignoring Yara's presence."If you continue like this, you'll get sick," Yara

Damian stood in the living room of the mansion, his anger already at its peak. The doctor in charge of tracking his mother's whereabouts stood before him with a pale face, clutching a folder with trembling hands. "It's been a week!" Damian shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. "A week! And you still haven't found my mother! Are you all this useless?" "T-Lord Damian... we've tried s-everything, but-" Damian didn't let the doctor finish his sentence. He strode forward, grabbed the doctor by the collar, and brutally shoved him against the wall. "Don't give me excuses!" hissed Damian with eyes full of rage. His large hands grabbed the doctor by the neck, pushing him until he could hardly breathe. "You know what it would mean if I lost my mom forever, huh?!" The doctor could only stammer, his face red from lack of air. The bodyguards standing by the door looked at each other, none daring to step forward to stop Damian. Everyone knew how dangerous it would be to try to fight

On a small, deserted street, a woman with matted hair and shabby clothes walked without direction. Her face was dirty, her eyes wild, chuckling while talking to herself. That was Madame Dania. After years of being locked in a secret room in Damian's mansion, she was now free, but that freedom did not bring her peace. "Hahaha... they think they can stop me," Dania muttered in a high tone, her eyes glancing into the air as if someone was there. "Felix... Felix, where are you? I'll show you... me... I'm better than anyone..." Her steps stopped in the middle of the road, just as a car sped up. The driver honked loudly, but Dania just laughed, not moving at all. "BUK!" Dania's body bounced onto the asphalt, as a man got out of the car and screamed. "Oh my God! What did I do?" The man ran over, his face pale at the sight of the woman's body lying in front of him. But as he got closer and saw her face more clearly, the man was stunned. "Dania...?" he whispered. His hand trembled as

Yara sat in the quiet living room, fiddling nervously with the hem of her skirt. It had been two days since Damian had left the mansion. He didn't say anything, just left after throwing a tantrum because his mother was missing. The atmosphere in the mansion felt strange without Damian. The servants walked cautiously, as if afraid that Damian's shadow was still lurking even though he wasn't home. Yara's curiosity began to grow. What exactly was going on with Damian's mother? Why was Damian so angry that everyone was scared just by hearing his voice? She stood up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen, where the servants usually gathered. Sure enough, there were two servants talking while washing dishes. When Yara walked in, they immediately fell silent, looking down as usual. "Hey," Yara called in a casual tone, trying not to look intimidating. "Let me ask you something." The two waitresses looked at each other, hesitating. "What do you want to ask, Miss?" one of them finally sp