Novels by Queenarra

Yara stood in front of the large mirror in her room, staring at her reflection. Her face was pale, her eyes puffy, and her lips chapped. The small cut at the corner of her lip from Damian's bite a few days ago was still painful. She rubbed her lips lightly, remembering the man's cruelty. However, one thing began to occupy her mind: fighting Damian would only make things worse. "If I keep going like this, he'll only get rougher," Yara muttered softly. Her hands clenched into fists, then she slowly took a deeper look at herself in the mirror. "But how can I control that monster?" Yara thought hard, remembering every moment where Damian lost control. The man was explosive, but he wasn't completely invincible either. There were moments where Damian's emotions softened a bit. That was when he seemed weak, even if only for a moment. Yara smiled slightly, then gave a small grin. "If I can't fight him with violence, I'll fight him in other ways," Yara said as she stepped towards the dre

After two full days of Yara being locked up underground, Damian finally decided to set her free. The heavy metal door creaked as Damian opened it. The light from the corridor streamed in, illuminating Yara who sat in the corner of the room with a cold stare. "Get out," Damian said firmly. He stood in the doorway, staring at Yara expressionlessly. Yara stood up slowly, her body weak, but she showed no fear. Her steps slowly approached Damian, and once she was in front of the man, she gave him a cynical look. "You finally remember that I'm still human?" she quipped. Damian ignored the comment. He turned his body around and walked towards the stairs. "Follow me. And don't try to cause any more trouble." Yara snorted softly, but she followed Damian anyway, even though her steps felt heavy. When they reached the living room of the mansion, Yara sat down on the large sofa without waiting for permission. Damian gave her a quick glance, but didn't say anything. He knew she hadn't give

Damian dragged Yara to the basement of his mansion. His footsteps were heavy, his breathing ragged with emotion. Yara tried to resist, her small body kicking and punching with all its might, but Damian was too strong. He pulled her roughly, opened the heavy metal door, and pushed her to the cold, hard floor. "How dare you run away from me, Yara!" Damian snapped in a booming voice. "I gave you a chance, but you used it to escape!" Yara fell down, but she quickly got up despite her trembling body. Her gaze was sharp, full of resistance, and although her face was tired, she tried to show courage. "What did you expect? I stay here, letting you continue to torture me? Never!" Damian approached, pulling Yara roughly to her feet, both of the girl's hands tied behind her body. "You're really stubborn, huh. I could just kill you right now, you know?" Yara grinned sarcastically, though her lips trembled. "Just do it! I'd rather die than live with you!" Damian's anger peaked. Without saying

In the ICU of a hospital located quite a distance from Damian's mansion, Yara stood by her mother's bedside. Her body was wrapped in an oversized nurse's uniform, a mask partially covered her face, and large glasses almost fell off her nose. Her eyes were red, not just from lack of sleep, but from the incessant crying since she managed to get there. Yara grasped her mother's thin, drooping hand tightly. "Mom... please wake up," she whispered while trying to hold back sobs. Her tears dripped between her mother's cold fingers. "I'm already here. I'll take care of you. I won't let him touch me again." Her mother's face looked pale, with a breathing apparatus and various medical wires connected to her body. The sight broke Yara's heart. Yara closed her eyes, remembering how she had escaped. She waited until the night was completely silent, then took advantage of the guard who was asleep in a chair by the door. Carefully, she opened the window of the room and climbed out using a cloth t

After pondering for a while, Damian entered the room. After he opened the door, he closed it slowly and then walked over to the bed where Yara was still sitting with a hateful gaze."That's enough," Damian said as he grabbed a small key from his pocket. Quickly, he untied Yara's wrists and legs. "I won't tie you up again."Yara rubbed her reddened wrists, glaring at Damian. "You fool! How can I eat when you tie me up like that?" Yara's voice was full of anger, despite her trembling body.Damian let out a long breath. "I know. Sorry, I forgot to open the cuffs." He picked up the soup bowl from the small table and sat beside Yara. "Now eat up. You don't have to endure this just to fight me."Yara shook her head slowly, refusing. "I don't want to eat."Damian brought the spoon to her lips. "Yara, stop this drama. You won't win if you continue like this. Just eat."After a while, Yara finally opened her mouth reluctantly, letting Damian feed her. Her gaze was still full of anger, but her

Ten o'clock at night.Damian opened the bedroom door with a tray in his hand. On it was a bowl of warm soup and a glass of orange juice. His steps were slow. As he approached Yara, she immediately fixed him with a sharp, hateful stare."Eat," Damian said simply as he placed the tray on the small table beside the bed.Yara didn't answer; she just looked away. Her hands were still bound in chains, leaving her little choice, but she wasn't about to show weakness in front of the man."Yara, I don't want to argue. Eat now," Damian said more firmly, picking up a bowl of soup and holding a spoon. He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to feed Yara."Don't touch me," Yara refused."Don't be stubborn. You need to eat," Damian retorted, bringing the spoon to Yara's mouth.Yara turned her face away violently. "I'd rather starve to death than accept anything from you."Damian's thin patience was running out. His jaw hardened. "I've tried to be nice, Yara. Don't force me to use other means." Yara