Beautiful Maiden Novels & Stories

Maid for Pleasure- Book 6 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Jannisa, the ugliest maiden in the kingdom, has set off to the palace to work as a maid. Shunned because of her plain looks, Jannisa is the lowest of the low. Until the crown princes, Jamal and Lenny, take notice of her. What happens when these two gorgeous playboys want more than a lady who cleans and cooks? Read to find out if Jannisa would find true love with both princes or stay an ugly maiden forever.

She announces with so much conviction that if I didn’t know the little monster’s name, I might believe the maid. “Amelia, huh?” I repeat and smile. “That’s a pretty name, don’t you think?” She blinks at me like I’m an idiot but eventually nods. “Indeed, it’s a beautiful and powerful name for an equally as beautiful and powerful newborn girl.” “Wanna see a magic trick?” I ask the maid, tossing in a completely random topic to throw her off and mess with her even more. She blinks again, at this point somehow managing to look like a robot more than a human. Which, by the way, I believe she is - not a shifter but a human.

A faint scent of new cloth and perfume Ace seemed to favor. The first thing I saw was a card. Cream parchment, edges burned for effect, the handwriting elegant and precise. The Blind Maiden, and I was given the role of the blind maiden. I looked up at him, brows raised. “The Blind Maiden?” He nodded. “Our theme is medieval. Everyone’s playing a role.” “And I’m the poor girl?” I asked, half amused. “You’re the heart of it,” he corrected softly.

As he leaned over the bridge, he saw a young maiden in the shallows collecting snails that were quite plentiful along the banks of the river. The king was smitten by the beauty of the maiden and immediately went down to the riverbank to talk to her. Upon seeing the king, the maiden dropped to her knees and begged for forgiveness for wandering too close to the palace. The king lifted the maiden's chin and found her to be even more beautiful up close. He told her to calm down and asked for her name. Her name was Alanca, she told him.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

“Want to play Princess Magic?” “Later,” he lied through his teeth. Heather laid the game out on the middle of the carpet, immediately attracting the attention of half a dozen girls who rushed up to her to see what she was doing. Out of all of them, Maddie was the prettiest. Not that he was biased just because she looked like Ashley. Her tiara, sitting askew on a wavy mess of hair, was a little bigger than the others’, and it was flashing. Who came up with these things?

The silky tendrils of midnight long, shiny hair, embracing her shoulders and cascading down to her slim waist dried my throat. I was taken aback to see her verdant blue eyes, and crescent moon-ship lips, fuller and delicate like a scarlet butterfly. The curves in all perfect places of her evenly proportioned body redefined the idea of beauty for me. I couldn’t even utter a single as she said, “Oh, my apologies! His Majesty isn’t here at the moment. Please write down your name and message. I will inform him.” A maid quickly handed her a pen and a notepad, breaking the records of efficiency. Gulping hard with great difficulty, I struggled to voice my query.

“I am sorry. I couldn’t reach the moon goddess for you.” “You were not trying to reach me; you were trying to trap me here until I did your bidding.” A calming voice spoke from behind, and turning around, they found a maiden in white with a crown of pure gold on her head. Her hair was as red as blood and curly, and her eyes were amber, almost resembling Mia’s. However, her skin was fairer than Mia’s, and it glowed, and she stood taller. They rose to their feet immediately in her presence.

I walked and walked, trying to figure out what place am I in and for the while, also enjoying the beauty of it. Strolling through the trees, I see bluebirds humming in the branches, then a woman dressed in a white long dress. She was dazzling, her hair cascaded down her back, it was red and mermaid-like. Her skin was fair and shiny like pearls, and she was standing near the cliff, contemplating the land before her. I want to take a closer look. I silently made my steps to get closer to her but a fallen branch broke to my feet. She turned back and looked at me.

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.