Maidens Book Novels & Stories

It wasn’t menacing in any way; yet, somehow the feel of her velvet glove against my skin, and her warm breath in my ear, caused my hackles to raise for the first time I could ever recall. “Why, darling” she purred hypnotically, making my bones vibrate and my muscles loosen, “whatever are you doing out here, all by yourself? Where are all your maidens?” (‘Maidens’ was the term given, regardless of age or even gender, to those who tended and raised the Estate’s youngest inhabitants – at least until they were old enough to become a part of the family business, or else be relegated into becoming maidens themselves.) I sucked in a breath, feeling fuzzy, even happy. “I’m sorry Madam Dro, they mus

I rephrased back her words. "Yes I did but he has a maid. It's different. A maid" She emphasized. I wish it's truely different but seemed more than that and I have caught Peter staring at her before, even the so called Maid. That's why I warned her to limit her closeness with him 'cos it seemed like there's something going or something coming up. Jeez! Now she have the nerves to talk back at me. "You are right mom, it should be different. It should be maid and a mister"

"Not really My Lord, as I don't pay any attention to those sort of things." "Well you're missing out on the simple pleasures of life, life will pass you by without you experiencing anything. "But aren't we all slaves to whatever we serve." Caspian looked straight at her, "So by your own words I am in bondage to my desires?" He saw that she was squirming, in her seat. "Forgive me My Lord I was out of my bounds, and I am a mere maid after all." Caspian nodded, why would he get rattled by a mere maid's opinion of him, what did she know besides serving.

Behold five ladies holding Margaret down to a table, pans and pots in their hands as they mop her face and body with them. Two of them dropped the utensils in their hands and quickly mingled in with the rest on the other end of the room while the three maidens stood their ground. The Maidens chamber was a grey-themed chamber known to house millions of maidens who wanted to work for the Alpha and earn a bit before meeting their mate. It comprised everything an apartment needed, but it all had to be shared, and yes, survival of the fittest. “Get away from her!” “Or what? Dress us in sacks and make us walk like we’ve been hit by something strong that hit us from behind.”

She hadn’t sought him either. Ridhima, letting the last of Inayat’s hair fall in a dark, glistening sheet down her back, tilted her head in thought. Then, with the easy boldness of someone who had served not only as handmaid but as silent companion through long, shadowed nights and silent dawns, she leaned in. “They say new maidens have been brought to the palace,” she said, a smile playing faintly at her lips, “from the spoils of Everia.”

The warriors' preparedness kindles hope within me, and my determination remains unshaken, for fear has never been an option I've embraced. With the goddess's blessing and our pack's bravery, we shall emerge victorious, our hearts filled with courage and our souls unbroken. I’m renowned as one of the strongest women in our pack, celebrated for my bravery and unwavering strength. On the night of my 18th birthday, a pack of six rogue wolves launched a surprise attack on me. But I refused to back down, fighting them off with every ounce of strength I had. That fierce battle solidified my reputation as a formidable force in our pack, earning me a place in our history.

She walked up to the magic board, and her ears picked up something, it was the sound of music. Marlene walked up to her. “Moon goddess, there is a mating ceremony taking place in Ocean Pack right now. There are a total number of 5 teenagers, who are hoping to find their mates.” She reported. “Marlene,” She called, and the lady bowed. “At your service, goddess.” She smiled. “Two out of those 5 teenagers won't be getting their mates tonight,” She said. Before Marlene could ask why, she continued. “Two of them are wolfless,” She said, and the pictures of the teenagers on the ceremonial seats appeared on the magic board.

I was looking for a place to hide to avoid facing him. Just as I was about to head out before Aria came back, the door was forcefully opened with a bang. Clara walked in with two ladies I didn't recognise; after all, I really hadn't interacted with anyone outside the mansion. She wore a strapless red dress with a deep v, revealing her big, full boobs. It was tight on her upper body, up to her hips, but flowed out in a flare around the knees. "Didn't your mother teach you how to knock?" I sassed, leaning on the dresser to hide any weakness.

The criminal smiled back and replied, "you may be right but don't forget about Keeler. He's also crazy about girls like her and he is pretty loaded. In the end, it will come down to who is willing to pay the most to spend the night with her. Do you want to bet?" Another criminal who had been newly employed stood by the side with his gun and watched the interaction between the lady and the man. He didn't have the right to butt into their conversation because they were his seniors in the business so he just kept silent and stared at them. Lana noticed that other than her, there were twenty-two girls. Some had very sad and miserable expressions on their faces while the others just went along wi

Behind them stood three elders: A scarred woman with braided silver hair. A tall man with black eyes that didn't blink. And a third — shorter, rounder, with a wolf's patience carved into his face. All three stared at Charlie. The silver-haired woman stepped forward. "So," she said, voice sharp as frost. "The Unwritten stands in our valley." Charlie swallowed. "Hi. Uh. Sorry for— existing?" Matthew moved closer to her, ready to draw steel. Lysander shifted in front of her in one smooth, subtle motion. "Elder Maera. You will not address her with hostility."