Maude Green Novels & Stories

With fair hair like the maidens of Tvari and her olive skin betrayed the fact that she was not from Revillion. Madam Claire was not a lot of things but she was beautiful and knew how to manipulate men. She honed her beauty and used it like a weapon. She wore the heavy skirts of the Revillonian women, in a royal purple color. Her skirts were made with quality material and lined with gold thread. She had money and she flaunted it. Around her middle she wore a forest green corset, laced so tightly, her breasts looked like they would pop out of her outfit. And resting between her revealed cleavage was a gold medallion.

I looked around on the shelves and saw all these huge files labelled with years on the spines. I walked towards the desk and saw a paper with a list of names, including mine. There were about 6 names in total, including mine. The first 2 names, which were above mine, had ticks on them. Mine had a question mark next to it, and the ones that followed mine did not have any ticks or, stars or question marks. Geez, so everyone had applied to be his maid? And was he cancelling on me? I peeped over and saw a folder with the name ‘Sadie Evans’ and a passport-sized photo of a blonde girl.

The smoke cleared a second later and the torches on the wall came to roaring life, illuminating the room so we could see our enemies clearly. “What the-?” Mauve looked around the room in confusion, chanting a few times in her language but nothing happened. “I’m late to the party by a few minutes and this is what happens?” She emerged out of the shadows, clothed in a robe of darkness that seemed to follow only her. Her long dark red hair was tied up in a ponytail and her eyes looked almost black in the darkness, but we knew it was a very dark shade of green. She wore a gown in pure black with diamonds embedded in them like constellations in the night sky. And as she came into the light, every

They exchanged quick glances, some silent communication passing between them that I couldn’t interpret. “Morning,” I said, settling into the chair beside them. “Everything alright?” Maude’s face flushed with obvious guilt, while Morgana’s features hardened with the kind of protective anger I’d seen her display when anyone threatened something she cared about. I found myself really looking at Maude for the first time in weeks. The pallor of her skin that never seemed to improve despite three weeks of good food and comfortable shelter. The way her hands shook slightly when she thought no one was watching. The dignity she maintained, as though she was constantly proving her worth to invisible j

Both of them have green eyes but Audenzia’s eyes were way more round and bigger. Mauvais was from Padureclan, a place for hunters. His father was the leader of the Padureclan. They were the ones who supplied meat to the palace. His mother was the chief of the palace. She died together with the former king and queen. Mauvais looked grumpy. His eyebrows position is close with his eyes, the gap between his eyebrows and eyes is narrower than most of us. He has long legs, broad shoulders, and a slender body.

"Hey, what're you doing out here" Maeve lifted her head, staring at the smiling face of a man in his causal wears. "You might not remember, but I do recall seeing you and help a guy trace you. He came to you I think " Maeve observed him carefully from his head down to his sole of his feet. "Am Dr Green" She mouthed an oh. "What can I do for you " He took a sit beside her. "You shouldn't be here at this time, it isn't safe here"

Edgar blurted. Cara sent him a picture. “That is what she looks like, her name is Green, please do everything you can, find everything you can.” Cara ended the call after Edgar confirmed that he would provide the details she need. Cara walked into the living room, seeing Maria back inot her seat as though nothing as happened but no one is more shocked than Green who believes that Maria should have gotten to her limit at this point. The thought of Maria still standing on her feet, makes her skin crawl.

that roamed the continent. She looked different now. Her hair was shot through with streaks of silver, and her violet scars had settled into deep, metallic ridges that hummed when she was near the engines. She wore a coat of heavy, oil-treated wool, but beneath it, she still wore the simple leather tunic of a worker. "The scouts from the West have returned," a voice said. Audrey turned to see Mara. Her daughter was no longer a child of the vents; she was a woman of twenty, wearing the brass goggles of a Lead Engineer. Her eyes, inherited from the "Flow," glowed with a steady, sapphire light.

Mauve didn’t buy it for a second. A second figure appeared at his side—a girl. Her presence was sharp, almost cutting, but her green eyes glowed with genuine concern. “You should take your jacket off,” the girl said softly, holding out her own coat. “Have mine instead.” Mauve’s eyes flicked to her, wary. The girl looked her age, maybe a bit older. Short wolf-cut hair, lips tinted a dark brown, a golden hoop gleaming against her nose. She had the kind of aura that warned don’t mess with me, yet there was something protective in the way she looked at Mauve.

Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come. Lost in my own world, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it!." The lady said. "Sorry!." I apologized quickly. I was a stranger in Lycester I didn't want to cause any trouble. Although I could move without a pack, I didn't know what pack wolves could do to me if I ever harmed their own. "Sorry!." I apologize once again to the young lady standing beside the elderly lady I bumped into. From their looks, I could tell it was a mistress and her maid. The girl swept back her long black silky hair haughtily, and sashayed off with her maid walking behind her. l watched them dissolve in the crowd. Turni