Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

When it settled, Nimue emerged. She looked around to observe her surroundings and when she confirmed that everything was fine, she took slow, steady steps towards Zephyr's bed. When she got to him, she tightened her grip on the dagger that was in her hand. The dagger was like the one she had given Bellona but the only difference was that this one was more powerful. She had enchanted this dagger with all the black magic she could do so much so that just a little scratch by it could he extremely dangerous. She waved her hands and sprinkled a powder like substance on his face. It was a sleep inducer. It was supposed to make an already sleeping person, sleep even deeper that the person would be

she said, and Great Madame came over to her and kissed her. "Come on, count backwards from three!" shouted Mr. Kusuma. Three, Two, One Jeeeeng.... One tug Amelia opened the satin, and what the underneath was, HORSE! A shiny dark brown horse standing proudly in an iron-barred box. Imported horse, which must have more than seven digits. Amelia screamed with joy! "Alberto!" ***

warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden is marked mature, because of the following reasons; explicit sexual scenes, sensual content and mature language. [ IN WHICH SHE IS OWNED BY HER KING ] With the blindfold on, I can't see a thing. Only feel. “Why were you sad?” I hear Sin speak as he parts my thighs, exposing my cunt. “I do not like it whenever a frown is on that pretty face of yours.” He runs an experienced finger down the smooth, damp skin leading to my opening.

With a trembling heart, she summoned the last remnants of her strength, determined to find a way out of this nightmarish ordeal. Blair was led back into the room, her body still trembling from the fear that had enveloped her. The maids proceeded to dress her up, their movements swift but lacking any compassion. As they adorned her with the garments intended for the prince's pleasure, a profound sadness washed over Blair. Each piece of clothing felt like a shackle, a reminder of her captivity and powerlessness.

A look of irate spurned the red head’s features but she controlled herself. “Oh i see one night with the king now gave you some balls to talk back...who would have thought a dick could induce courage, tell me...how was it, did he take you from the back or did he tow the more intimate route by fucking you with your gazes locked on each other. Tell me which it is...?” She drew closer and closer to Hannah till there was no space between them but all the while, the blind girl did not step back. “None of my answers will be favorable to you Emma, don’t hurt yourself like that...”

Not only inside the mushroom house, but even the lights in the forest and castle went out. The moon hid behind the clouds. It was so dark that you couldn’t see your own hand in front of you. … Inside the castle, Belinda suddenly opened her eyes, which she had been closing while listening to classical music. The butler knocked on the door outside, and she walked to the window. With a cold face and slitted eyes like a venomous snake, she stared at the vast darkness of the forest in the distance.

“There’s this fog I keep seeing. Not real fog—like, in my mind. It appears... then vanishes. But that day, it—God—it was like it possessed the boy, turned him into that thing. And then—” “Relax, son.” Alpha Brian’s voice was gentler now. He moved toward me, resting a grounding hand on my shoulder. “Slow down. Start from the beginning.” Before I could speak again, the room shifted. The door creaked. A woman walked in, guided by Jim. Her presence hit me harder than any Alpha's. Ancient. Solid. Untamed. She was blind, but every step she took seemed deliberate—predatory. Her silver hair was pulled back in a thick braid.

I knelt in the cold mud and held her while she came apart. That was when the blind woman spoke. She sat where the rogues had set her at the yard's edge, her white eyes turned up to the burning sky as though she could take its heat on a face that had not seen light in years. "You never let me finish, child." The whole yard went still. Even Ginni's weeping caught in her throat.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.