The Blue Veiled Novels & Stories

I asked and she knew what I was talking about. “Yes. I am. It’s just a show and I have to just act and besides that I am going to come and live in this mansion. There would be anymore tolerating my father and his stupid rules. Now let’s go. Your Nikah is going to happen.” She said as she grabbed the maroon colord veil from the bed and hide my face with that in a way that people still could see me through the veil because it was see-through but it enhanced the beauty of the bride.

I smiled as I walked into the closet and Velia and Diana helped me put it on. The base of the gown was a rich, deep shade of royal blue, akin to the vast, starry night sky. It shimmered with a subtle luminescence as if tiny stars were embedded within the fabric itself. The gown was designed to flow gracefully around my figure, accentuating my natural elegance and poise.

Gisella and Gunner stayed back and continue their flirting. Cillian and I stroll to a group of gorgeous ladies, all dressed in elaborately bejeweled dresses of the most stunning shades of blue. Dark blue, baby blue, sky blue, glittery blue, green blue, anything blue. I’m guessing, just like me, they want to pay homage to the Blue Blood Pack, hence the blue gowns.

“No Ilaria, we don’t have cars, but we have horses and carriages. If you like I can order a carriage for you but you won’t be able to see the city nicely then.” She rubbed the back of her neck and said, “Okay.” Things were getting weirder by the day. She went to her changing room where to her surprise Zaila was already waiting for her. She helped her change the dress into black pants and a light blue silk shirt that was sleeveless. She made her wear a light blue veil and said, “It is better that you are with that veil at all times. The King wouldn’t want your face to be seen by any of his people.” Amelia jerked her head. “But I am— my skin is different from yours. It doesn’t make sense.”

She turns around and hugs Sa'eed. He picks her up and places her on the bed, all worries forgotten. ************ After praying Subh Halima decides to surprise Sa'eed. She dresses in a blue top and black jeans with a black boyfriend jacket. She wraps a blue veil over her head, slips a blue wedge with a big black bow and saunters out. Once in the kitchen she talks to the cooks and after some time and a lot of convincing she is allowed to cook there with a condition that she has to pay for every single thing she uses.

Then out of seemingly nowhere, my best friend exclaimed in excitement. “Tada!” She brought out a matching blue lace fabric, which made mr brows rise higher on my forehead more. “It’s a veil! It will help cover you up a little. If anyone asks, you’re a delegate from one of the packs that came for the festival. So, what do you think? It was Melissa’s idea.”

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.

She liked his touch ,his warmth , but scared of his intensity as well. " Hoor - e - Arhaan ! Don’t ask questions which can make me lose control . I don't want to let you out of this room , your all this beauty is only for my eyes . " Arhaan said the last part frowning and moved back . He took the veil from the cupboard and moved towards her . The veil was made of 2 3 layers of dull golden nets , it was a beauty in itself . Arhaan fixed it on her head , and she was taking his breath away . She was looking like a real angel who got down on earth with all those layers of net .

“Still wet for Vale? We’ll change that.” Pera endured his touch, biding her time. The boat sped toward a large abandoned cargo ship in the middle of the lake Darius’s floating stronghold. Once aboard the massive vessel, they dragged her to a dimly lit cargo hold fitted with chains and cameras. Darius stripped the shirt off her completely, leaving her naked. “Chain her.” Cold metal cuffs locked around her wrists, suspending her arms above her head. Darius stepped close, his cock hard against her thigh. “Time to break you properly while Vale listens.”

He agreed without hesitation. On the day of the party, I wore a custom-made maternity gown, silk and lace draping softly over my six-month belly. I didn't want to just stand around, so I helped register the guests. My husband mingled effortlessly, laughing and chatting, yet his gaze, soft and affectionate, kept drifting back to me. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and cake. Everything was perfect, until a man and woman appeared at the gate. The man, dressed in a white trench coat, looked at me first in surprise, then in confusion.