Beautiful Maiden Novels & Stories

"Come back when the shepherd of the night shows three phases at once." Curious about what the maiden has to tell her, she grabs her night cardigan, clasp her hair with Hasham's precious gift, and sneaks through the draconian guarding their lair. Besides, she hasn't anything to do. She is a footloose and fancy-free princess hence, wandering is one of her guilty pleasures. She successfully reaches the wilderness. There she adores the magnificent color of the moon. To her, it's the best shade she has seen ever since she starts adoring the shepherd of the night.

His music carried through the air like a soft whisper, calming the hearts of all who heard it. On the other side of the kingdom, nestled in a grand castle adorned with roses and ivy, lived Princess Isabella. Her radiant beauty was likened to the sunrise, with cascading golden locks that seemed to catch the light and warm hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Isabella was known for her unwavering kindness and her skill in playing the harp. Her melodies danced through the halls of her castle, bringing joy to everyone who listened.

“Maiden?” “Those robes…” “The Five Virtues Temple?!” “You’re Teal Leithold?!” Harvey stared at the woman who had her whole body revealed to him, confused beyond anything. He never expected to land right where the Maiden was. Looking at such a clean and beautiful face, Harvey finally understood why this woman was called a Maiden. Judging from her looks alone, she was no different than an angel. Was Akio’s big plan consisted of Harvey landing in the Maiden’s bath so he could see her in all her glory?

But she knew truth from lies. She tried not to press. She tried not to argue. Gargath told her to wait—to be patient with her mate. Still, Crystal paced her room. Her thoughts like ravens, dark and circling. And then, she saw. Through her window, Vaxar barking orders. But something else someone else caught her eye. A maiden. Fair of skin, with hair like fire. A shape that turned heads and stirred hearts. A beauty even Crystal could not deny. “Red hair… fair skin… a body of temptation…” she whispered. “Who is this maiden?”

She closed her eyes and made a silent prayer to the goddess that she give Amelia a mate that would accept her without doubt or bias. The next morning, Amelia set out, dressed in a cheap dress. Her hair was styled to one side. She looked casual but beautiful. That day was her eighteenth birthday and she dressed in her best, even if her best was the rag thrown away by another family. She was plain, without makeup but she looked attractive and pretty. Though many will not accept it, everyone knows Amelia is the most beautiful girl in the pack. They wondered why the moon goddess would bless her with such a rare gift despite knowing she was cursed.

I could hear bells from somewhere distant. The fifth ring signalling the fifth hour prayer offered to Terra, the goddess of harvest, plenty, and prosperity. My best guess would be, we were at the underbelly of the city. For where the long roads should've been wide and unmarred, the roads were narrowly crooked and filled with mud. Our caravan had stopped outside a brothel and our buyer was haggling with a woman called Madam Claire. She was a brothel pimp and was very beautiful. She was beautiful in an exotic way. With fair hair like the maidens of Tvari and her olive skin betrayed the fact that she was not from Revillion.

a guard stationed house the door, reported. "Let her in." Elder Gavin replied. The two elders sat well awaiting the entry of Maida. "Greetings Uncle. Greetings Elders." Maida raised her flared gown slightly and did a courtesy bow. "Princess Maida is looking radiant as always. She is the perfect fit for our Luna." Elder Namon laughed heartedly. "Alpha Cain will really be lucky to have you has his Luna." Elder Zaphi added. Maida laughed gently, and did a bow. "Your kind words flatter me."

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

James wanted to organize a grand and romantic wedding for Thea. Meanwhile, Maxine was brought to a mysterious place within the Greater Realms. She stood puzzledly before a waterfall and stared at the beautiful woman opposite her. The woman’s appearance was no longer obstructed. She wore a white dress, had a gorgeous face, and seemed too perfect to be true. Even Maxine felt slightly inferior in front of her. Maxine stared at the woman and asked, “Who are you? Why did you bring me here?” “You should call me Madam.”

"May I come in, madam?" “Of course!” I called out. The door opened and a girl stepped inside. She looked beautiful with long black hair, ocean green eyes, and a perfect body. She kind of looked like a porcelain doll. She straightened out the wrinkles on her maid outfit and stopped a little away from the bed. I took a seat on the chair in the room. She was so pretty, prettier than all the maids I had seen so far. I wonder if it was just a coincidence or that perverted prince likes to collect pretty girls.