Battle Maidens Novels & Stories

Then she was gone, leaving Aria standing alone in the lobby, her hands shaking, her breath coming in short gasps. You don't belong in this world. Nobody. Replaceable. Out of your depth. The words echoed in her mind, each one a poisoned dart finding its mark. Because wasn't Victoria right? Wasn't she out of her depth? She was a former maid, a woman who'd lied and stolen and betrayed the man she loved. What business did she have thinking she could survive in Damien's world?

“I'll give you 10 minutes, I'll wait out front.” “One more thing, no need to wear the maid uniform, just casual clothes.” Oliver got up from his seat and left Sophia alone. “Then I won't take a bath.” Sophia quickly ran to the pavilion, she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, there was no time to take a bath. Oliver was waiting for her now, she didn't want to be late again and add to her punishment. Meanwhile, a group of maids could be seen gathered in the back garden. They were sweeping the lawn while gossiping without Farrah's supervision.

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

Could they even be of help to her? “Sounds like they were training for war.” “They were connected to a pack of mercenaries,” I said. “What else would they be training for? I can only believe that my mother just couldn’t take it.” “I thought these Maidens weren’t the same as those other wolves?” I shook my head. “They’re not. They’re… well, she didn’t say exactly what they were or how they were related, but they’re acolytes of the Moon Goddess: celibate, isolated, they don’t mate. They don’t leave except for extraordinary circumstances."

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

It wasn’t menacing in any way; yet, somehow the feel of her velvet glove against my skin, and her warm breath in my ear, caused my hackles to raise for the first time I could ever recall. “Why, darling” she purred hypnotically, making my bones vibrate and my muscles loosen, “whatever are you doing out here, all by yourself? Where are all your maidens?” (‘Maidens’ was the term given, regardless of age or even gender, to those who tended and raised the Estate’s youngest inhabitants – at least until they were old enough to become a part of the family business, or else be relegated into becoming maidens themselves.) I sucked in a breath, feeling fuzzy, even happy. “I’m sorry Madam Dro, they mus

Begritta now said, “You are expected to be the mother to the four kingdoms, the link between these kingdoms and the moon goddess and the only female sitter in the council of Elders.” She clapped and the door opened, an entourage of maidens stepping in. The maidens wore white gowns with white scarves. Their faces were bare and the only bit of colour they had on them was a green thin braided thread that they roped around their bellies. “These are the maidens of the moon.” Vera stated as they walked in with food trays. “They are in trainings just like you and will be assigned to each and every one of you after they pick the threads tomorrow.”

seasonings are. Why did the Alpha choose to punish me like this! You all are useless!" Dina lamented, insulting and complaining about the three maids in the kitchen with us. The situation wasn't making sense until I took a sneak peek at the three maids in the kitchen. My mouth dropped open when I saw that the supposed old maids weren't old at all. In fact, they look too young to be chefs or kitchen maids. I wanted to ask questions but I figured I would know if I listen closely to Dina's tirade. It was only a matter of time before she spewed everything I needed to know. And I was right but the problem is, if I had listened to the other maid's gossip I wouldn't have had to pretend that my leg

Skyla gaped at the sky homing the full moon and said in her mind, "Oh Moon Goddess! I can't let anyone else force themselves on me! I am already violated by Matt and Adam Uncle, if I get violated again, I will kill myself!" After the little maid was done taking the knife out of the bedroom, she returned to the master bedroom. Clearing her throat, the strappy maid ordered, "Blindfold her! Quickly! Our Alpha mighy be arriving at any moment!" The little maid nodded and took the black blindfold from the table.

She widened her eyes in astonishment. It wasn't Samantha; it was a maid from the Steele family—Erika. The maid, wearing Samantha's clothes, panicked as soon as she saw Anna, lowering her head and trembling uncontrollably. Her voice even trembled as she said, "Ma... Madame..." Seeing that it was a maid, Anna's anger dissipated considerably. In wealthy families, cases of maids trying to seduce their masters were not uncommon. However, if it involved the brother's woman and the sister's fiancé, that was a huge disgrace.