Novel & Cerita Virgin Maiden

“But your mate is here now and soon enough, you two will mate and you will no longer be a Lunar Maiden.” “You know this doesn’t make sense, right?” I told Ezra, taking a seat on the bed. “If this is about mating or sex, then I might not even be a virgin. In fact, even thought I don’t have my memories, I’m very sure I’m not a virgin. I’m twenty three, which means, I already went through Heat.” “The moon is white, but it still has its spots.” Ezra explained. “I’m not the one who set these rules in place, love. But I have to follow them just like you and every other Maiden and as the Shrine Maiden, I must make sure the others follow them as well.”

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.

"You want to go to the US? You will never get there on a maid’s salary. Come with me to the city tonight. Wear something tight." That was the night Valeria died and Luna was born. She took me to a place called Club Máscara. It was hidden in a basement, away from the prying eyes of the Alarcón family. The smell of the club was thick—a mix of cheap perfume, expensive cigars, and the metallic scent of money. I saw the girls on the poles. I saw the way the men looked at them. "I can't do this," I whispered, my stomach turning. "Do you want to scrub toilets for the rest of your life?" Lucia asked, her voice hard. "Or do you want to fly across the ocean? Choose now."

1 model that caught the attention of the entire world, Ophelia Maine, my mother. During her early teenage days, she shook the world with her astounding beauty and smile, crowning her as the no. 1 model during her time. But now, that crown has fallen… because it was mine to begin with. Ophelia, my mother grinned at me, as I smiled at her back.

Right. That made more sense. “Your mother came to us, offering her life in exchange for your protection,” the Maiden said, her voice almost ethereal and garnering my full attention. She wore a white linen dress that probably meant to highlight some sort of innocence. Her long, dark brown hair stood out in contrast over the linen material and her chestnut eyes blinked expectantly at me. My heart instantly dropped into my stomach, and tears burned at the back of my eyes for a woman I’d never known but had always longed for.

And don't let go, because even being a virgin, I won't hold back, I've wanted you more than you can imagine. Sara, listening to Caspian's intoxicating whispers, did as he asked, and held his neck with all the strength she had at that moment. Caspian, satisfied by Sara's actions, for the first time since he met her, this woman was obeying him. Caspian did not wait any longer and positioned his member at Sara's entrance. As he penetrated her, he realized he was not lying when he said she was a virgin. Her vagina was too tight compared to all the women he had possessed in the past. Not to mention that the woman, was scratching him in the neck, because of the pain he was suffering. He was happy

"A fiancé? Really?" "It’s a strategic play," Mateo murmured, leaning close so his breath hot-hunted my neck. "You can handle the role, can't you?" "There’s a massive gap between a 'Property' contract and a wedding ring, Mateo!" Before he could answer, the bride floated toward our table. Maeve Bennett was a goddess of the pack, her movements fluid and intimidating. As she approached, Mateo’s entire scent profile shifted—the smell of yearning and bitter envy rolled off him in waves.

he asked. Glancing down at the floor, Maya stayed quiet. Maya didn’t know why she didn’t tell him the truth. For once, she wanted to keep a little part of herself to herself. She wasn’t going to tell him the truth yet. Being a virgin within a pack wasn’t something to boast about. During the full moon of a female’s eighteenth birthday, many women lost their innocence. The men would surround them, take what they wanted, and come morning they’d be full women in every sense of the word. No man had gone near her on her eighteenth or nineteenth birthday.

The treasure the maiden blesses to protects and guides her against the darkness and shadows that prowl in her light, and the only thing she cannot live without as she is towards her only trusted friend. “Ohayo, Alliah.” Calm, preserve, adored, and protected by everyone, yet the most powerful one. The maiden who owns the peculiar starry violet and deep mix blue hue of eyes that resembles the night and is blessed by the day. With her distinct long dark straight hair that is always tied into a bun with a red ribbon and a small silver bell in between, each tick, each sound, and the wave that it brings marks her blood and importance for everyone who adores and can only see nothing, but to protect

Imaya's growl cut her off. “Shut it human before I shut you up.” “And ruin your manicured nails? I am sure you wouldn't dare.” Vanilla jested. “You should be lucky you are right. Get dressed and meet me outside before I drag you out naked.” After finishing her words, Imaya turned, about to storm out when her eyes caught sight of Vanilla's mark, her movement paused and she held her breath, now looking at Vanilla in awe. “You.” She started, almost losing her composure. “You are the Moon Maiden?” ~P-Lia~