What Is The Secret Society In 'The Maidens'?

Content Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut. "Whose touch made you tremble the hardest tonight?" Alaric's voice was a low snarl as he gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Yours," she gasped, her voice wrecked from screaming. "Alpha, please..." Aiden's fingers dug into her hips as he slammed back inside her, rough and unrelenting. "Liar," he growled against her spine. "She begged for mine." "Should we make her prove it?" Archer said, his fangs grazing her throat. "Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she's earned our knots." She was trembling, dripping, used—and all she could do was moan, "Yes, please. Use me again." And they did. Like they always do. Like they can't help it. Like she belongs to all three of them. *** Melina Voss had one plan: steal the plant and disappear. She didn't plan to stay. She didn't plan to be caught. She definitely didn't plan for them. Broke and desperate, with nowhere else to turn, Melina infiltrates the Howlington Estate under a stolen identity. She has forty-eight hours to complete her mission before anyone discovers she doesn't belong. But everything changed when she met them. Alaric. Aiden. Archer. And what she doesn't know is that they already know, And that they even made preparation for her arrival. *** Three identical Alpha Kings, Plagued by a mysterious family curse, Every sixteenth day of the month, they nearly lose themselves to the beast within. Melina was supposed to be just another face in the crowd, another maid. But something changed the moment she walked through their doors. Now they want her marked, claimed, possessed. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One thief. No fate. Just possession. The more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

The Scions rule the world now. Born of celestial light, they turned on their creators and claimed the earth for themselves. But their victory came at a cost—every daughter of their kind has withered into dust, and extinction looms. So they hunt human women to survive. Anwen has always been fragile. Sickly. Ordinary. She was meant to be hidden away in a sanctuary, safe from the monsters who would claim her. Instead, she’s taken by three of the most feared shifters alive. A Dragon, cold and untouchable. A Lycan, lethal and always too close. A Minotaur, silent and watching—like she’s a puzzle he intends to solve. They expect her to die like the others. Another delicate human who won’t survive the bond. But Anwen doesn’t break. She burns. And the longer she remains in their fortress, the more their control begins to unravel. Their magic bends toward her. Their instincts sharpen. Their possessiveness turns feral. Others want her. Their High King demands her. But these three won’t give her up. Because the fragile human they stole? She might be the most dangerous creature in their world. And they’re done pretending she isn’t theirs.

A short Romance Story! (Completed) Abigail Delaney, the youngest female servant of the Williams household came with the intention to work for a period of time in order to save up enough money to pay for her mother's surgery. Unintentionally, she fell in love with the only son and heir to the Williams empire, Liam Williams.It took just one night to lose her virginity to him. And later discovering she was pregnant, she decided to leave and never return. Hopefully, Liam will never find out that she left with his heir.

Julian Silas is a man living as a shadow. After the suspicious death of his father, a legendary royal jeweler, Julian’s treacherous stepfather seized the family’s prestigious workshop, forcing Julian into a life of clandestine labor. While his stepbrothers parade around high society in Julian’s designs, Julian remains locked in the cellar forge, known to the world only as a common servant. His only connection to his true identity is a pair of heirloom cufflinks—exquisite silver swans bearing the "Cigna," a secret mark used by his ancestors to authenticate their greatest works. Across the capital, Queen Althea is fighting a war of her own. Her advisors are pressuring her to enter a loveless political alliance to stabilize the crown. Defiant, she hosts a grand masquerade, declaring that she will choose a consort based on character, not a pedigree curated by the council. When Julian arrives at the ball in a suit of his own tailoring, he and Althea share a night of genuine connection, discussing the beauty of creation and the weight of duty. But as the clock strikes midnight, a palace security breach forces Julian to flee. In his haste to scale the garden wall, one of his Cigna cufflinks is torn from his sleeve and falls into the dewy grass. The Queen finds the token, but rather than sending her guards to find a man who "fits the suit," she turns to her greatest strength: her intellect. She recognizes that the "Cigna" isn't just an ornament—it’s a Coded Sign.

Ten years ago, four friends made a choice that would haunt them forever. On a rainy night, a single moment of carelessness changed everything. One tragic acident, one terrible secret and a decade of lies. A decade later, the past refuses to stay buried. Anonymous messages appear threatening to expose the truth they spent years hiding. Old friendships scatter. Alliances crumble. Guilt turns to paranoia. As tension rises, they are forced to confront the events of that fateful night and the dark secrets they have been hiding from each other. Nothing is as it seems and trust is a dangerous illusion. A story where every choice carries a price, SECRETS OF THE PAST is a psyhological thriler about guilt, revenge and deadly secrets. It shows the lengths people will go to protect the lives they have built.....until the truth comes for them all.

In our village, once the girls turn 16, they must begin fasting and take a secret formula to produce bloodstones. My mother says this is the necessary path for a girl to become a rabbit-woman. It is also the most important thing in her life. On the day my sister turns 16, a rabbit tail grows from her tailbone. She no longer has to work in the fields. She only needs to lie in her room each day and take the formula. From that very night on, I see one man after another—sometimes several at once—enter her room. Before long, the sounds of heavy breathing begin to come from inside...