Bowsette Novels & Stories

Sage has never been this assaulted and humiliated before, and he can do nothing to break free as some of the maids hold him down to the tub while the others make sure he is clean. After the bath, he is towel-dried, then dressed in something he can’t even call clothes. Sheer, white fabric that barely clings to his skin. “This is the ceremonial cloth of the omega who is to bear the alpha’s child; it’s blessed by the moon goddess, you are lucky to wear it.” Elizabeth crosses her hands over her chest, watching with the hardness in her eyes never changing.

"This is Catherine Bosworth. Reid Whitmore gave me your information. I'm a buyer for Wentfield's." My heart jumped into my throat. "Oh! Yes, hello. Thank you for calling." "I understand you're opening a boutique? Specializing in contemporary women's fashion?" "Yes, that's right." "I'd like to place an order. Provided your pieces meet our quality standards, of course." She rattled off a list of items, dresses, separates, accessories, in quantities that made my head spin. "Can you handle an order of this size?" "Absolutely," I said, maybe too quickly. "When would you need delivery?"

ROSALINE I was dressed in a carton brown body con dress. It was floor length and had two spaghetti straps. I was glad it was padded so I wouldn't need to wear a bra and keep checking my breasts every now and then. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I paired it with a pair of black heels and wore a simple diamond necklace and earrings. I wore clean makeup and chose to use gloss instead of lipstick. I let my curly hair loose to hang around my waist in full volume and grinned at how I looked.

It was really satisfying for them, knowing that all of them have improved their personalities during their test. Luna's wooden bow was remade with silver metal covers and beads of white crystal. The arrows had the power to turn an enemy's body into a stone once the tip touched the enemy's skin. Maison's axe turned into an axe made of silver with three claw-like gold blades in between its toe and heel. There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

It was that easy to use. Shortly afterward, Ernest returned, accompanied by two soldiers carrying two types of bows and arrows. “Oh! Madam is here!” Ernest exclaimed in relief. The butler thought he would have to walk again from Bastiven's study to Isolde's room. It was tiring. "These are the two types of bows currently available in the Devereux area. Manual and automatic. Please, give them a try, Duchess!" Isolde stared at the two bows. She had often seen the manual ones at archery competitions in her homeworld. She had also practiced archery with a manual type like that.

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.

Every breath makes the rope shift, rubbing, teasing without mercy. Marlowe watches, transfixed, lips parted. When it’s her turn I repeat the pattern—but I add a twist. I bind her arms first: wrists crossed in the small of her back, rope winding in a box-tie (classic takate kote). Elbows drawn close together until her shoulders strain and her chest thrusts forward involuntarily. The harness follows—diamonds marching down her sternum, framing her heavier breasts until they’re presented like offerings, rope biting just enough to leave faint red welts that will darken to purple by morning.

“Pull this and it will release a gas that will make everyone around you in five metre radius faint unless they have taken the antidote.” Then she pointed at the bracelet. “Same mechanism, but this releases a fast acting but mild toxin that will cause delusions for a short while. Enough time for you to create chaos and escape if necessary.” “And this,” she said, pointing to a hairpin and pulling it to reveal a sharp needle that looked more like a mini sword. “It is coated with wolfbane. Just a scratch is enough to cause harm if needed.” I stared at the pretty but deadly accessories, all equipped with hidden offensive mechanisms to protect me. How much thought and effort had gone into these?

It was then a waiter went to our table carrying two buckets of ice cold beer. "Sir Top, one of our customers bought this for Sir Maze." I saw Maze frowned with what he heard and I can feel something growing inside me. I can't really explain it though, but I feel a bit upset because a brave ass man managed to make a move for Maze. Well, it's not as if I'm jealous or what. I'm just worrieycause that guy is about to face the biggest rejection from the arrogant Maze.