Beautiful Maiden Novels & Stories

I left the room and walked down the corridor and then eventually down the stairs. “You look very ravishing,” Dominic said as he walked up to the female and hugged her. “And you, too, you don’t look too bad,” she replied, still in her loud, cheery voice. I finally made it downstairs and saw the random female. She was short, blonde and had bright blue eyes. Eyes that almost matched Rebecca’s- those icy blue round eyes. She had a bright smile on her face, and she looked genuinely so happy. “Oh! Hi there, I am Ruby.” she smiled at me as she stretched out her hand

I took three hurried steps and lowered myself down onto the seat, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her face was still covered in different shades of blues and I could see pain in the back of her eyes. Her long hair was matted with dirt and dried blood, but I could see that it was a beautiful deep blonde colour. She lowered her eyes at my stare making my stomach flip, and I found myself hoping that I hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “What is your name?”, I whispered, frightened that my voice would break if I spoke any louder. She looked up at me again, “Arabella.”

It gave me this weird feeling in my stomach. “Alright then. I'll go to my room now. Goodnight”. She said and left. “Goodnight… Camilla”. I said as she left. I fell flat on my bed. Everything about her brought me this unexplainable peace. I found solace in her beautiful blue eyes and that radiant smile. She was… amazing. Have I fallen for you Camilla?

The air felt cool against her heated skin, and she resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest. She stood before him in just her jeans and a simple white cotton bra nothing fancy, nothing seductive. Just plain, practical undergarments. But the way Damien looked at her made her feel like she was wearing the finest lingerie. "Beautiful," he said quietly, his eyes traveling over her slowly, deliberately. "Even better than I imagined." "You imagined.."

RPOV Songs: Amber by 311, Solitude by Black Sabbath When a maiden arrived at my room the next day instead of Lady Daniela, I half expected her to tell me that I was once again sequestered to my chambers. However, instead she offered me a small parchment and scurried out.

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.

[A Maiden…] Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live th

Mateo stopped dead in his tracks, his breath hitching sharply in his chest as he took in the scene. There she was. She was winding her waist against the brass pole, her body completely bare under the red glow for the client on the couch. As Mateo stared at her, his heart hammered violently against his ribs. He saw the intricate silver lace mask covering her eyes. He saw the distinct, incredibly long waves of dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, framing her exposed breasts exactly like the girl from his memory. He recognized the shape of her jaw, the curve of her waist, and the fierce, angry energy radiating from her very skin. It was her. The dancer from the night before.

Must have come here after I left. “Hey guys.” “Thomas, you finally decided to join us.” “We were about to have fun without you.” “Well I’m here now.” “And not alone I see.” “Everyone, this is Emma. My childhood best friend.” “Hi.” “Hey. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maggie.” Maggie had long brown hair that curled at the end. I could tell by her tone and smile that she was an optimistic person. She likes to think positively. “And right there is Shawn.”

She said, walking away. ** Your majesty, the kingdom is really beautiful. Her maid said smiling. It is indeed. Queen Belinda said. Oh my... She yelled and someone grabbed her hand. She looked up and saw a ragged woman. Who are you? She asked staring at the mad woman in front of her. She had him, he had her. But they both parted ways... They never got to know the truth. They never got to know the truth... You feel him,he feels a bit of you.