Maidens Book Novels & Stories

My head thunked hard and I saw stars. Everything went crazy. Someone grabbed the Queen Mother. Someone grabbed me. Lace hung from my dress in a long strip, showing the soft pink satin underneath. It felt like I was more exposed than if I were naked. My pale pink high heeled shoe sat on the bottom step looking like Cinderella had left it there for the prince to find.

If it was, then rest in peace, Alora. With a splitting headache,Alora opened her eyes. She waited for some minutes to figure out where she was. What happened? Where was she? Oh that's right, she was in the Royal library and was trapped, and then she fainted. She sighed... That was what she got for being too inquisitive. But since she was trapped here, why don't she do some investigation? The Demon family has always been an enigma to them; the wolves... She felt there was more to them, especially the Demon king. What just happened was a confirmation to it. She tried standing up but a sharp pain in her lower half made her wince and remain in the same position. How the hell was she going to unc

“Why not?” “What if he fights back? Or what if he is a Were? There’s a lot we have to account for” “Oh”. She bit her lip and looked back down at the book. She smelt a little anxious and sad. I rolled onto my side to watch her read. “Found anything interesting?” I asked, “A few things, I can’t believe how far back this book goes. You have your entire history laid out right here in front of you. I don’t even know my mother’s name”.

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

I was insecure about my body and ashamed of the scars it possessed. I started on my heel and headed to the library then the park. I was sitting on the bench reading Counting Raindrops Through A Stained Glass Window, when an old lady with platinum blonde hair sat down beside me. "Hello dear," she greeted, kindly. For an old woman by herself in the park, she wore very expensive jewelry. I could tell just by looking at it. "Hello ma'am," I greeted back with a small smile. I continued with my book as she opened a newspaper.

“Be careful, what if someone goes to tell her?” Zelda laughed “No one will do that. That is our code. We maids stand by each other. The ones who stay behind do it willingly, since he settles them handsomely with money and gifts. But still I want us to hurry. The days he meets plenty maids here, he makes his pick. You can see everyone is hurrying up” The maids sent her a nod here and there and began to file out. Zelda began sponging her before she even had the chance to remove her soiled clothes.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

Or two. And the Lycan King's castle wasn't too bad. They had great food and the softest bed ever. She could only hope Sinclair wasn't planning a rescue mission for her. It would really suck because she was starting to like the view here. Naomi flipped the page of the novel, fascinated by the characters. A story of the Moon Goddess and her mate. Naomi didn't believe in deities, never had, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't curious. Closing the book upon its completion, she stretched lithely before gracefully rolling off the bed. She headed for the door and twisted the doorknob to find it locked.