Maid My Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was still battling with my thoughts when a lady in a red icon dress was escorted to the arena, the sweet scent of Jasmine mixed with blueberries hitting me strongly. I was still in denial but what's the probability of two people having the same height, shape and scent existing? I growled out softly and before the first bid could be placed on her, I had already landed on the arena, tugging Maya to myself before inhaling her sweet scent greedily. I never dared to admit this but Maya's Scent always calms my beast. Although she's my mate, the mate I looked down upon and shunned, she worked as my slave.

Blue Maid He carried me and kept me in his car, the front seat. Then he went through the front and entered inside. He started the car and drove off in a fast speed I rested my head on the seat and looked through the window I remembered Adrian I miss him I miss my Adrian so much I just want to be in his arms again I wish I could give him a massage again But will he still love me after he finds out that I've been defiled. I closed my eyes at the thought of that

Mya stretched out. Her large lioness a brilliant gold she glistened in the sunlight. Her black leg a glaring contrast to the rest of her. She curled her claws into the earth savouring the feeling of the ground giving way. Now this was some training she really enjoyed. The chase, the hunt was a thrill! She looked over to the others as the decided who she would be trying to catch this time. Just as Mya started to get impatient Raina stripped off and changed. Her red fox slunk off into the forest, white tipped tail flicking behind her.

“I'm taking this with me.” Maya ate from the crepe as she navigated her way to the dressing room. “Why did I even agree to attend this stupid mating ceremony?” Maya muttered under her breath. When she arrived at her destination, she kicked the door open, startling the maids. “Do you have to act so unladylike?” Freya rolled her eyes as she looked at her sister's reflection in the mirror. “What do you mean by unladylike? Am I not a lady?” Maya slumped on the nearby couch and blew a raspberry.

"This is yours. Whenever you have free time, whenever you need to escape, whenever you need to create....this space is here for you. Everything in it is yours to use." Tears filled her eyes as the magnitude of what he'd done hit her. "This is.....Damien, this is too much. I'm just a maid. You can't..."

She straightens her posture, holding her ground, and swiftly shuts down his outburst. Her voice carries a stern tone, demanding respect, as she asserts, "I am not your maid. Show me some respect..." In a surge of fury, Tristan lunges forward, his grip tightening around her arm as he tries to exert control. The pressure of his grip and the intensity of his touch reveal the depth of his anger. His voice drips with venom as he utters, his words cutting deep, "Oh, really? You may not be my maid, but let me tell you, you're even worse than she could ever be! You're a nobody!"

he asked, grateful for the relief he had experienced. Maya smiled softly, her eyes reflecting compassion: “My name is Maya. I'm a doctor, and also a hybrid,” she explained, revealing an aspect of her nature previously unknown to Daniel. “One of my powers is to calm the inner beasts, the battles that rage inside creatures like you.” Daniel's eyes widened, surprised and curious. Maya continued, explaining her approach: “What I did was just temporarily put the wolves inside you to sleep. However, this is not a permanent solution. We will need several sessions to understand the cause of the fight between them, so that we can find a true cure.”

I alternated between them, giving each of them the same intense attention. I would lick Sarah until she was begging, her body jerking and twitching with every touch, and then I would move to Maya, tasting her sweetness. The contrast between their tastes was delicious, going from the slightly saltier tang of Sarah to the sweeter, floral notes of Maya.

Relief washed over me as I turned to where Maya stood at the far end of the gathering. Her olive skin had turned ashen, and all the colour had drained from her face. First, Maya had no plans of ever finding her mate or getting married. With my help, she had severed the mate instinct, and that was because she wanted more out of life than just marriage. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes were wide, and her pupils had dilated. She looked like a deer caught in ahunter'ss crosshairs. I wanted to go to her immediately and tell her that the marriage wasn't for her.

Just merely seeing that little smelly creature makes me feel like I'm going to die. "That's what I'm trying to do, ma'am," said the maid, who now had one hand on my waist. I squeezed myself against her chest. She is taller than I am, maybe only two inches. I was really stunned by the beauty of her voice, but my fear of rats was more dominant, so I was still very scared. In fairness, the maid smells so good. I can feel the strength of her arm too. I feel like she can protect me anytime I need it. I am really feeling the moment. So, I came up with a good idea.