The Blue Veiled Novels & Stories

She had her jumpsuit pulled to her waist and tied it around her belly, revealing her navel which the white top top hugging her body couldn't cover. She pulled out a fat cigarette and lit it. She clipped it between her lips and stood up. I took a step backwards fearfully, watching as she puff the smoke from the cigar in the air. “Hi." She gave a deadly smile. I forced a smile. “I'm Olivia." I said with a trembling voice. She nodded and puffed out the smoke again which coiled lazily in the air. “So what do you bring for us Olivia." She said, her voice thick and firm.

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.

I raise a brow when I see their heads are covered with thin veils, obscuring most of their features. One steps forward. She's tall, more robust than the other two. When she speaks, her voice is sultry. "We are honoured that you would have us in your home, my king, and even more delighted that you seek to wed one of us. You must know," she says, voice almost teasing. "It is rumored I am the fairest of us all." Her veil is taken off. Glacial blue eyes meet mine. Platinum blonde hair frames an oval face adorned with sharp cheekbones and lush lips. Though she is beautiful, I cannot look past the cold blue of her eyes. I give a curt, polite nod.

The dress flowed effortlessly around her, creating a sense of regal elegance befitting her status as the ruler she was destined to become. Just as Visenya was lost in her own reflection, Sarai approached with a mantilla bridal veil in hand. The delicate fabric matched the design of the dress, with lace and diamond accents adorning its border. Sarai carefully placed the veil on Visenya's head, securing it with a silver comb that glinted in the light. The veil gracefully framed Visenya's face, accentuating her beauty and adding an air of romance to her overall look. It gently cascaded down her back, mingling with her beautiful brown curls that flowed freely, as if embracing her with their natu

Casey P.O.V The air inside the bridal shop smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. Lauren was in front of a floor length mirror, swishing back and forth in an ivory gown that glimmered faintly under the boutique's lights. Zazu was helping her to put on the veil .The veil cascaded in delicate waves, pure white and nearly translucent, reaching gracefully down to the floor. Its edges were adorned with intricate lace, soft floral patterns curling like whispers of elegance. When the light hit it , it shimmered faintly, as if dusted with stardust, adding an ethereal glow. It framed Lauren’s face gently, creating an aura of serene beauty and timeless grace

Instead, she blew out a sigh of relief, which was incredibly short-lived. When the duo got to the sixteenth floor, the elevator dinged and the doors opened up. But when Veil raised her head, she was stunned to see Anders standing at the door, with an incredibly beautiful woman standing by his side. She looked like an angel, with a pair of blue eyes that felt like the unending ocean, on an impeccable oval face. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her shoulder and down her back, making her look so vulnerable. She was in a short black dress that made her legs look very long, and her feet were covered in a pair of black Jimmy Choo shoes.

Blue did little more than stare at her own reflection in the empty plate in front of her. Only when Anya re-emerged with a teacup of coffee—sans milk—and Marian took the very same seat at the end of the table did she finally look up. This time, the woman wore a plum-colored dress, far more modest on the chest, her hair secured in a neat bun. And as Blue glanced towards the woman, she couldn’t help but feel she was staring straight into a mirror, gazing upon the horrid, twisted future she faced. She stared straight back into her plate.

Her gown was a streaming spill of midnight velvet that seemed to swallow the ambient light, backless and severe, clinging to the sharp architecture of her spine. Her dark hair was pulled back into a knot so tight it looked painful, framing a face that had once been my entire universe and was now a foreign, hostile country. To the sea of murmuring journalists, interior design moguls, and socialite vultures, we were the undisputed royalty of Italian luxury, the visionary architect and the brilliant tastemaker, hopelessly tangled in both love and commerce. ​"You're leaning away from me, Val," she murmured, her lips barely parting as she tilted her chin toward a cluster of editors from Domus.

Maeval and Moidrin eventually pulled the blankets from her hands. "Is that any way to treat your new queen?" Niamh snapped. Maeval raised an eyebrow and looked at Moidrin, "Well… you aren't Queen yet, so we'll take our chances." Niamh laughed. She sat up and looked at the two handmaidens setting out an elegant, dark blue gown with gold overlay on the bodice. Coming for a closer look, Niamh was surprised at the size of the garment, and matching shoes. "What will I be wearing as a veil?" she asked Maeval.