The Blue Veiled Novels & Stories

her stylist announces. “Never seen a bride this beautiful,” I gush, taking a picture of her. “Thank you, baby, thank you Niphme for taking your time to make me look this good.” “You are welcome, ma’am; we will be on our way,” she says, placing a veil over Mother’s head before she and her team walk out. “Mother, please can you do me a favor?” “Sure. What is it?” “Can you give Chiara your flowers when it is time to throw the bouquet?”

she said, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. "You don't have to attack me like that. I will not take this insolence from you, we both want something from each other, both a means to an end so you will not talk to me like I'm some sort of dirty dog while you are the saint" I fired back at her. She looked at me for a long time. Her face softened with each passing second. Finally, she laughed and shook her head, removing the shawl that was wrapped around her. She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place.

"Yes my Lord." "Hi, umm sorry if i disturbed you, i will just come back next time." Vida said timidly. She is wearing a one hand cut blue gown which marches her blue eyes with a touch of red pattern by the left, the gown is kind of stripped open from the tip up to her laps exposing a good portion of her thigh and flaunting her curvey body, her black long hair is neatly combed and pinned with a red clip.

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,

She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts. "Well, why not, love? You deserve to look just as beautiful as all the others there." Katrice stepped closer, snatching a matching blue shawl from a stand, and wrapped it around Sapphira's shoulders. "I can't afford this, Katrice," Sapphira said quietly, blushing. She had seen the price tag when she struggled to get it on a few minutes earlier and nearly fainted. Katrice hummed and stepped back, looking Sapphira and the dress up and down.

She also had a beauty mark just below her moist cherry lips. At this time, she wears a pink floral shawl, matched with her plain, white of loosely fitting, full-length dress with a long skirt of the same color. Her pair of shiny, ankle-strapped black heels pumps are immaculate her graceful appearance even more. She is giving you the impression of a noble lady from the past. Thalia Rauniyar is the total opposite of Maisarah. She certainly is not a talkative girl. However, her personality is wild and fierce, hidden deeply behind her timidity.

Sam sprayed on some perfume and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her dark blue robe that matched her light blue and pearl-toned wardrobe. She highlighted her hazel eyes with black eyeliner and white shadow. She had put on lipstick, even though no one was going to see her lips, but it was to keep them moisturized. Her hair looked beautiful and silky, although only part of it was showing because the veil covered most of her face including her hair. She had changed a lot since Arthur took her to the estate, she was no longer disheveled and her hair didn't look like a bird's nest.

I knew I was going to hell. My name is Olivia. Think of a beautiful lady of 22 yrs, elegant and charming in appearance like the roses of the valley. The worst thing I hate is trouble because I have a delicate heart and never had it crossed my mind to ever hurt a fly but here I am, behind a Hilux with cuffs on my wrists while a chain engulfed my ankles like a criminal. Looking beside me, I saw men dressed in army uniform at my both sides, handling a deadly rifle which they would use to send any unfortunate being to an early grave. None of them were smiling. They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart.

The carriage driver quickly left again, making Blake and Sister Song look dazed at one another. Blake shrugged his shoulders and continued preparing another meal. Shortly, the carriage driver returned with a woman wearing a veil over her face, hiding her features. Only her piercing blue eyes were showing. The man dusted a stump for her to sit on, and she elegantly sat. She wore a long gown with white and red striping with a dragon crest on her chest. Her red hair flowed over her shoulders like flames touching the bottom of her bosom. From Blake’s point of view, her chest was rather large, and she had a slim body shape. “Thank you for your hospitality. I smelled the aroma and couldn’t resist

She averted her eyes and focused her attention on Vivian. Vivian looked breathtaking in her blue gown. The plunging neckline showed off her cleavage slightly. The dress hugged her at the right places before falling in soft waves below her knees. The bluestone necklace around her neck matched the color of her eyes creating an alluring effect. Vivian wasn’t wearing a veil as it was considered a bad omen to hide one’s face during the unification ceremony. Though she didn’t believe in superstitions, she didn’t want to take a chance.