Noble Maiden Fair Brave Novels & Stories

Queen Mother Fairy was the fearless leader and at the tip of the arrow. "Let's follow them, Vino!" Brie suddenly appeared at his side. She was wearing a costume that was very much alike to Nerida's. Its color was silver, too. Her heart-shaped face was framed with the helmet. Her diamond-studded sheath and sword was at her waist. "You're beautiful, Brie." Vino eyed Brie with admiration. In an instant, he became the warlock that she had adored. "Ooh, my handsome warlock!" She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. "I wish this war is not happening!" she whispered wistfully.

"Camelot falls." Tobias nodded without blinking his eyes. ༆ In the preparation tent on the opposite side of the field, Adrienne stood still while Maren worked on her hair. "Tighter," Adrienne said. Maren's hands shook as she pulled the braid tighter, securing it with pins. Every strand had to be perfect. Had to be locked down. Getting her hair cut in a fight was a death sentence. Adrienne might be a knight but she doesn't joke with her hair or her skin.

“As always…Maiden Unit is just too overpowered…Look at that Maiden Eleanor..she is only using a handgun the entire time. Yet she can easily punctured the head of the Tier 3 Minotaur warrior, whilst he was showing off his Aura, that is just insane…”.(Colonel Alessia)

The Warrior’s Bride Queen Habiba looked at the maiden she was talking to. The little maiden had just been hired in the palace and she had requested her presence. She wanted to see what the girl was capable of. “What is your name?” Queen Habiba asked the young girl. “Samirah,” Samirah replied, looking into the Queen’s eyes. Her eyes held no emotion as she eyed Samirah. This woman looked very beautiful. She was dressed in the most expensive material from what Samirah could see, but what else would she expect from a Queen of her status.

' Reynard stepped in front of everyone, lifting his smart phone and taking a selfie. The family stood happy, chatting amongst one another as they bonded together. Ava had everything she ever wished for in life, the only thing she wanted now was to make every second worth living. In the end, everything turned out just fine. 'THE END. '

Aria woke at 5 AM to her alarm, her stomach tight with nerves. Today was the day. Her first official day as Sarah Mitchell, maid at Blackwood Estate. Her first real step toward accessing the greenhouse and saving her mother. And her first full day of being in close proximity to Damien Blackwood. She'd dreamed about him last night fragmented images that left her unsettled. Gray eyes that saw too much. That slight smile that felt like a promise and a threat. The way her body had responded to his nearness, heat flooding through her at a simple brush of his arm.

She asked herself as she stood rooted to the spot. “Dada," Maía said as she runs off to him. “Maía wait!" Zendaya called but it was too late. Maía stood watching him kiss Carlotta. “Who's a child is that?" Carlotta said as they broke the kiss-off. “Dada." She said again giggling. “Maía, where's mom?" He asked. “I'm here, Maía lets go." She carried the crying child away from them. Luciano didn't say anything to her, he was tired of speeding lies.

Meanwhile, Anna started tying the tie that she was going to put on Liam. Liam, who is taller than Anna, makes it a bit difficult for Anna to put on a tie for Liam. So many times she tiptoed. Until... 'Ah! You-' Liam was ready to swear, but again, 'I had trouble putting on the tie, that's why you have to lower your body, just a little,' Anna said, without feeling guilty, after pulling her young master's sturdy and sturdy body down slightly and bowing to her. 'Oh, you really are the most impudent maid I have ever met!' 'Wow, that's my new record, isn't it?'

The assistant went hush, confused but too loyal to question her. “Listen carefully, Mario,” Isabella continued. “I have instructions.” “Yes, Madam…anything.” “First, the guards who died. Their families must receive full compensation, and there must be no delays or excuses about it. We owe them more than we can repay, and I won’t have the families anyone struggling just because they served me.” “I’ll handle it personally, madam,” he promised. “Should I draft the letters from the foundation?” “Yes. Make them personal.” She paused. “I want them to know it wasn’t their sons’ or husband’s negligence. It wasn’t their fault at all. It was an ambush, and they fought bravely.”