Long Veil Novels & Stories

Soon they heard footsteps and quickly fixed their attention on the staircase. Two of the staff, one male and one female, were holding her hands on both sides while they climbed down. Lavana's face down to her hands was covered by a black veil so no one could see what she is like. But they could see the purple gown and silver heels that she was wearing, along with the several thin silver bracelets on both wrists. When they finally brought Lavana to stand in front of the expectant two, the staff smiled before joining hands together to slowly remove the veil.

Hajiya Barira helped her up to her feet, adjusting the colossal peach veil around her head. She is wearing a pricey embellished exclusive super sewn into regular a shaped blouse and skirt that wasn't tightened much, just enough for her curves to take place. She has on a Louboutin heels encasing her feet, didn't bother taking a purse, head tie tied just so she can place the veil on top of it. Nothing elegant and out of ordinary, she is going to her husband's house.

Ari’s POV “You look amazing,” Everly squeals as she fixes my white veil. I chose a light pink dress to compliment the garden. Empire waist, of course, sweetheart neckline with embroidery flower in white thread from top to bottom, the very bottom of the dress is covered in a layer of lace. My veil is plain white with a blusher. “Let’s fix this part,” Mom helps cover my face with the blusher and we all turn to look in the mirror. Juliet- WOW! We are so beautiful.

The veils added an aura of mystique to their actions, their expressions concealed behind the shimmering silver sea silk lace. Joe and Bryan's eyes were transfixed on the veiled princesses as they gracefully proceeded towards the altar. The delicate silver sea silk lace veils added an extra layer of intrigue, obscuring their features and leaving their beauty to the imagination. Clad in ceremonial gowns adorned with shimmering pearls and intricate seashell patterns, the princesses exuded an ethereal radiance that would have took Joe and Bryan's breath away, literally if they hadnt been holding it.

She liked his touch ,his warmth , but scared of his intensity as well. " Hoor - e - Arhaan ! Don’t ask questions which can make me lose control . I don't want to let you out of this room , your all this beauty is only for my eyes . " Arhaan said the last part frowning and moved back . He took the veil from the cupboard and moved towards her . The veil was made of 2 3 layers of dull golden nets , it was a beauty in itself . Arhaan fixed it on her head , and she was taking his breath away . She was looking like a real angel who got down on earth with all those layers of net .

Olivia The grand hall shimmered with beauty, every corner dripping in elegance. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow across the marbled floor, and delicate petals trailed along the aisle. Yet, I barely noticed any of it. The weight of the gown clinging to my body made it almost impossible to breathe, and the veil that trailed behind me tugged at me like chains, heavy enough to make me stumble.

It was stunning—if only there was snow on the ground. But I wouldn’t let that hold me back. “Now for the veil,” Layla said, carefully lifting the intricate veil out of the elaborate box it was stored in. I took another deep breath and turned back to face the mirror. Layla slowly lowered the veil over my head, carefully inserting the comb into my updo. The veil cascaded down my back, so delicate it almost looked like a gentle dusting of snow as it trailed down to the floor. “There,” Layla said softly, taking a step back to admire their work.

The Castle of the Veil, also known as the Veil Warden Academy, is a beautiful place, which is completely opposite to everything we’ve been taught our entire lives. It’s styled and decorated in the Renaissance era, and the courtyards are beautifully kept sitting areas. The entire vibe of the place is live and let live but respect each other. What in the feck is wrong with that? Why all the stories? Nothing I was taught from kindergarten to graduation is true. Why did they feel they needed to play all the cloak and dagger games? I am so confused but mostly, I’m angry as hell about losing my mate.

No one spoke. The staff waited like mannequins with heartbeats. “Who picked it?” I asked. Silence. Then one of them swallowed. Mr Richard approved it.” Approved. Not chose. Approved. Which meant someone else picked it first. Violet. Of course. I stepped closer to the bed and touched the fabric. It was expensive. Heavy. Structured. The kind of dress that shapes you into something sharper than you naturally are. The neckline was modest. The waist cinched.

Alive. Young Zevarion chased her through the flowers. Holding something behind his back. Young Elyra laughed. "What is it?" The boy grinned. "It's a surprise." She crossed her arms dramatically. "No surprises." "Too late." The little Zevarion revealed a flower crown. Carefully made from white roses. The sight hit Elyra harder than expected. Because she remembered. Not as an observer. As herself. She remembered laughing. Remembered the sunshine. Remembered being happy.