Read part 1: The New Guard 1 A dark fantasy illustration of Madrina , the heartless princess, walking through a grand obsidian hall. Behind her, the powerful Patron sits on a throne of jagged black glass. Shifting shadows, demons, and spirits bow in fear as she passes, capturing the eerie and supernatural atmosphere of 'The New Guard' story. The Mortal Daughter She had everyone, minor demon or spirit, jumping out of the way as she walked toward the obsidian hall. She is furious, and every demon that saw her knew their life is at an end if they don't clear the way immediately. She is not known as the heartless daughter for nothing; her cruelty and ecstatic delight in the suffering of others is well known. The demons called her a sadist—not to her hearing, of course. She usually sent them to get her mortals that she used to play and watch as the demon tormented them. Her name is Madrina , and she is just twenty-five years old. She walked on, hissing at an old spirit that...
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| "A cinematic and emotional scene in a cozy cafe where Damon and Elena sit by a large window. Elena looks thoughtful and vulnerable while Damon leans in with a look of deep devotion and patience. The warm sunlight filters through the glass, highlighting the tension and romance of the moment she finally chooses him over the wrong man." |
The Promise of a World
"I'd give you the world if it was in my power," Damon told Elena. "I'd bend it to my will and shape it just for you. I'd make sure the whole world was at your feet and you stood above it all."
Those were the words Damon said to Elena. He'd been in love with her from the very first day he saw her. He couldn't stop wondering what it would feel like to have her love him back — to hold her in his arms, to kiss those full lips. He'd dreamed about her countless times. And when he watched the way her hips swayed as she walked, he had to press a hand to his groin and mutter under his breath, "Calm down. It'll be yours one day. Just endure the torture, and one day you'll be rewarded."
"What about the people in the world?" she asked.
"They can be your toys, your playthings," he growled.
"I don't know," she said, looking at him. "I've never seen you as anything more than a friend. I just can't picture us dating or getting intimate. I've never once thought of you that way."
Her words hit Damon like hot lava pouring into his gut.
"How can you say that?" he said, his voice almost whining. "We've practically kissed plenty of times, and you told me I've been the only one to ever grab your ass or kiss you."
"Yeah, you've been the only one to do that," she said, staring down at her feet. "But I've never once thought about getting undressed with you."
The Rival: Andy
"Is there someone else?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"Yeah. There's a guy I'm interested in. I've been considering his proposal."
It hit Damon like a meteor from deep space. He inhaled sharply and exhaled what felt like thick smoke — though he wasn't even smoking. It was just the raw hurt burning in his chest.
"How can you do this to me?" He tried not to whine, but his voice cracked anyway. "I love you. I've done everything to make you happy. I've sacrificed for your family, and I'd do more. Please, just give me a chance."
"I can't. I already promised Andy."
"Andy? But he doesn't care about you or your family. He's never even met them. He hasn't done anything to change your life. Why him?"
"I don't know. I just like the way he talks, the way he says certain things."
"That's bullshit," he snarled. "How can you think like a kid? You're falling for a guy who doesn't care about you — only what's between your legs. And once he's done, he'll move on to the next target."
She turned on him, furious. "Are you saying you don't want what's between my legs too?"
He scratched his head. "Sure, I want it. The difference is I care, and he doesn't. I can give you anything you ask for — and I've been doing that without complaint. All I want is for us to make it official."
The Harsh Reality
The argument went back and forth like that, frustrating Damon to no end. Finally, she stormed off angrily. He walked home wondering why women always went for the guys who didn't care, while treating the ones who did like trash.
Women chased the "exciting" guys — the ones who didn't give a damn, who just wanted sex. Then when a decent, hardworking man who truly cared came along, they laughed and said he wasn't their type. Why pick the chaos of club guys bragging about conquests over a quiet, hardworking man who'd rather have a private dinner at home with you? How can you pick a guy with no job, no legal hustle, full of excuses, over one who works hard and can provide?
"Love really isn't for the faint of heart," he muttered, then lay down to sleep.
The Turning Point
About two weeks later, Elena texted and asked to meet at their usual spot. He arrived on time and saw her sitting by the window. He watched her with hungry eyes. He hurried over and sat with a sigh.
"What is this about?" he asked.
"I need to ask you something important. Can you explain why a guy wouldn't call or text back? Why he wouldn't check on you, only remembering you when you reach out?"
"Is this why you called me here?" he asked, anger rising, though he cooled when he noticed her cleavage. "I thought you'd finally come to your senses. You're running from me, yet I've been taking care of your family. That idiot has done nothing."
"Just tell me what it means."
"It means he doesn't care about you. That's it. Did you give him what he wanted?"
"How did you know?"
"That's all guys like him want. Nothing else. But I'd stay. I'd do more. Because I care."
"Hmm. Are you sure? And if I gave it to you tonight?"
The Reward of Patience
Damon forgot how to breathe. His manhood stirred, and he clamped his legs to quiet it. "I'd cherish you and worship the ground you walk on if you gave it to me tonight," he said, sweat beading on his brow.
"That's good enough," she said, taking his hand. "I've never done it before. You're the only one who's ever kissed me or touched me that way. No one else. If I give you my virginity, and you betray or cheat on me, I'll kill you before I kill myself," she said with such fierceness he shuddered.
"Then let's get married to seal it," he said. "Elena, will you marry me?"
"YES," she said.
That's how Damon, through patience, won his love Elena — even while she dated another guy. It proves a patient dog really eats the fattest bone.
A Final Word on Love
If you're in love with a woman who's in love with someone else, let me know — I have a solution for you.
Love is a magical power that binds two strangers together. It is something that can happen anytime, any day — all we need is that one person who will love us back. Love is the foundation of our very soul; it is the wind that blows through us, and it is what makes our hearts beat faster. Loving someone is like having freedom; it is like flying through the cosmos. It is a force that defies the laws of physics.
Don't be shy to love, and don't be shy to express your heartfelt desire to the one you admire. Don't let your love grow cold — let it be warm and inviting. Keep loving, and be loved in return.
NB: This story was inspired by my life experience.
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