Romans & histoires Blind Maiden

Back at the Min Manor Belle is cutting grass at the garden When suddenly someone splash her a cold water. She looked up and it was Madam Min "What are you looking at! Are you itching that much for you to seduce my son! Stay away from my son! Your here to work not to seduce someone's fiancee! A maid like you is a trash! You and Lance will never be! How dare you stole someone's fiancee! Your shameless, how did your parents raised you! Your parents must be that poor that even teach you to seduce rich heirs! What a shameless family!"

Her eyes, ever bright and ever cruel– “Do not make me tell you twice, Sir Brighton.” And then, she urged Damon to move forward, leaving her gaping escort behind as she and her stallion of black moved forward, following the voice–the prayer further into the darkness. Sir Brighton shuddered. * * * * * “I buckle the belt of truth under my waist. I put on the breastplate of righteousness. And walk with the boots of readiness and peace. Living Lord–” “…I am yours.” she answered, coming into a halt.

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.

Her eyes were twinkling along with a devilish grin, she handed Jeremy a pink silk blindfold, her voice commanding and flirtatious, "Get your clothes off, cowboy. Put this on, lie down, and get ready for the ride of your life." Her voice was a mix of promise and challenge, and Jeremy couldn't resist the temptation.The room was filled with tension and anticipation as Jeremy complied, his heart pounding in his chest. The silk blindfold cooled his skin, plunging him into a world of darkness and heightening his other senses.The cabin was filled with a charged silence, the only sounds being Alexandra's soft movements. The tantalizing promise of what was to come filled the room. He could hear Alexa

My gaze wandered up the building, where I saw a pair of blinds falling back into place, concealing the room that I was staying in for the remainder of the trip. Fuck.

Fear and panic overwhelmed me instantly. I felt as though I had fallen into an abyss. Chills traveled down my spine. Just as I was about to scream, I remembered the shrieking woman from before. If these people were to find out that I was pretending to be blind, I would be facing horrible consequences. In order to conceal my fear, I bent down while forcing my voice to become more seductive. "Sir, does this make you feel good?" The man stared at me unblinkingly. After making sure that I was truly blind, he waved behind him.

Murmurs filled the air, but no one stepped in to take Juliana’s side. Cassandra scowled. “So you have? You certainly are easy. The nice way to put it is you lack boundaries, but honestly, you’re shameless.” Juliana forced a smile. “Aren’t you reading too much into this, Mrs. Tutti?” Cassandra said curtly, “Here’s a word of advice. Don’t confuse being a tramp with being blunt.”

She blinks her eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness. "Please, come out." Nodding her head she immediately gets out of the car and looks at him confused. "What are we doing here?" She asks him confused and steps forward. He holds her arms gently so she wouldn't walk away. "Let's walk along the shore." He says and pulls her gently towards the beach.

When she woke up, there was no light. Only darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness. At first, she thought it was night. Then she realized her eyes were open. “I… can’t see,” she whispered. Her voice sounded small. Fragile. Not like her own. A hand immediately grabbed hers. “Isabella, I’m here,” Ethan’s voice broke as he spoke, trembling with emotion. “I’m right here. Don’t be afraid. You saved me… you saved me, do you hear me?”

It still didn’t feel real. A few hours ago I’d been Amber the maid, the toy, the secret. Now I was Mrs. Zeden Vercetti. Wife to the man the entire city whispered about in fear. The blind don who saw everything. Who owned everything. Who destroyed anything that dared stand in his way. To the world he was still blind. To me he was painfully, terrifyingly sighted. He caught every hitch in my breath, every flutter of my lashes, every time my thighs pressed together because thinking about him made me ache.