Beautiful Maiden Novels & Stories

Right. That made more sense. “Your mother came to us, offering her life in exchange for your protection,” the Maiden said, her voice almost ethereal and garnering my full attention. She wore a white linen dress that probably meant to highlight some sort of innocence. Her long, dark brown hair stood out in contrast over the linen material and her chestnut eyes blinked expectantly at me. My heart instantly dropped into my stomach, and tears burned at the back of my eyes for a woman I’d never known but had always longed for.

MyGirl(Crazy, Beautiful, Lovely) Episode One(Roshni Sindiha) By Authoress Aria Author's POV The sound of her anklets attracted the attention of people to the fair maiden,she clasped her bangles together smiling only her brown light eyes wear seen,she removed her hands reviling her beautiful face. Her brown dark hair was decorated with garlines and a golden hair set and earrings.. She sang beautifully and worshipped the goddess Lakshmi. Roshni's POV

Maybe he already knows. I hum the tune again as my fingers drift over the piano in the corner of my room–my favorite thing in the world. I love to play. I love to sing and dance and just… be free–as free as I can be in this castle. The door opens on a soft breeze tinted with the smell of… ozone, like a storm rolling toward the village. “Princess Maxiana? Are you ready? I’m here to fetch you for the ball.” I turn to the unfamiliar voice and stare at the young maid. She’s tall, with sleek, black hair and a devastating kind of beauty. Her eyes are a vivid… green–but a shade I’ve never seen before.

My hand is on her doorknob before I can think twice, pushing it open without a sound. It's dark, soft moonlight slipping between the curtains and casting pale shadows across the room. Beatrice is laying on her side, blanket around her hip, lips parted slightly, dark lashes fanned against her cheeks. She looks peaceful, so fucking innocent.

Roman The elevator doors parted and he took in the scent. Walking down the heavily scented hallway, he greeted the maid passing by carefully watching the numbers on each door. Finally arriving at her room, he took a deep breath turning the knob slightly. As fast as he was in, the cream colored room caught his attention. The delicate vases carefully settled within the farthest ends of the room. His shift drifted back to the woman on the bed. The woman in nothing but a red lingerie.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

“Gladly, good sir.” We walk hand in hand onto the empty dance floor and begin swaying to an imaginary song until the band finally notice and plays us a slow song, ‘All Of Me’ by John Legend. The words are powerful, and I find myself gazing at Angela wanting her to hear them as my promise to her.

The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun. I looked at her dress and I was awe-struck. She is indeed talented in her line of business. It is a stunning masterpiece. It is an off-shoulder mermaid-styled gown. The neckline sat below the shoulders exposing her collarbone. The dress is fitted through the bodice and hips and flares out at the bottom, resembling the shape of a mermaid's tail. I couldn't help but gush over the beauty. Her father walked her down the aisle in gentle and slow strides. He got to the front of the altar and left her hand then went to sit. The priest turned to the couples and made them repeat the vows after him in turns.

She opened the side windows and the breeze blew her silk hair sideways. Bellamy was the most beautiful maiden in the land of Crusta. Her dark silk hair which had tiny strands of red complimented her milk skin. She had green eyes like her mother and dark hair like her grandmother. " You look just like my mother. In her time, she was also the most beautiful maiden in Crusta. " The king would always tell her. She couldn't meet her grandmother cause she died from an unknown disease. She met her grandfather but he died when she was three.

You have such beautiful eyes Blue Blue : {smiles} thank you From afar the chief maid's daughter was passing by when she sighted them She became angry Girl: what the hell is wrong with this Blue Maid. She doesn't know her boundaries? And she's openly flirting with the young master. I better report her to mom Then she went back inside hurriedly