Virgin Maiden Novels & Stories

Her mouthwatering scent was somehow addictive, like a drug pumping through his veins, and there was something more about her A virgin. In his club. A curvy, untouched female of childbearing age. He'd only been around one of those once before, when he'd met his brother Grigori's future mate, Madelyn. The scent then had been unmistakable, almost irresistible. But this woman? It had been impossible to walk away from her. He finally understood what Grigori had told him about the temptations of virgins. Rurik hadn't wanted to believe his brother's warnings, but there was no denying it now.

She did it so much that one day the Sarki caught on and reprimanded her for it. "Mother, normally, when a woman is about to marry, isn't it the duty of the chief maiden to check the bride to confirm she is untouched?" Maryam began at lunch, and the table went silent. The entire family were present. I felt like the earth should open and swallow me whole. This lady meant business, and she was trying really hard to destroy me. A week ago, I wouldn't have had an issue with what she was suggesting, but I was no longer a virgin, and if she succeeded, my marriage to Adam could go either way.

A secret that no one knew; not for now. But she was still with the coven and the pack. It was not betrayal she was doing—at least according to her definition of betrayal. But, as they say, keep your friends around you but make sure to keep your enemies closer. That is precisely what Romaine Eastwood Zadzisai had been doing, and will be doing. She was strolling in this forest. This is the forest that she first taught Rozelyn on how to haunt. Mary’s Forest is what the locals call because of this being a virgin—just like the namesake of the forest who was a famous biblical figure, the Virgin Mary.

I sucked in a sharp breath, but before I could react, she shoved me into the master bedroom and locked the door from the outside. Her icy voice drifted through the door. "I still have work to do. Stay here by yourself tonight." I searched through the entire bedroom and couldn't find a single piece of clothing. Even the bedsheets and curtains had been removed. At first, I thought being naked in the bedroom didn't matter. Until beams of reflected light suddenly flashed from the villa across the street. Several women were fighting over a telescope. "So he's Michael, the guy whose virginity's going up for auction. Thank goodness Rachel let us inspect the goods in advance. Makes it easier to bid

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

You can judge me for that, I never really cared! I was never prudish, virginity for me wasn't worth much, I liked to feel pleasure, and I liked the pleasure that sex gave me, so I never had a problem having sex without commitment, however, they always fell in love with me, it was impressive, they always wanted to take the relationship seriously, it was no different with Dylan, but my situation with him was much more tragic, he fell in love, I got involved too, but our end was not pleasant at all.

“You're wrong about me, maybe you're used to having as many women as you want, but there are also women who look at those things and I think that's why I'm still a Virgin, for waiting for the man who wants to be with a woman like me, full of flaws. "America, at first I thought it was your joke, but are you really a Virgin?" She approached me seductively. “That's right, if you think I'm good, and if not, I don't have to lie, besides that man will realize that I'm not lying when he gives me completely. "I think you're missing out on something good." He reached his hand down there, instantly massaging it. What happens? I looked quickly elsewhere, sometimes Dalton acted in a daring way.

“They didn’t tell me who it was going to be, so I didn’t know it was you when I arrived here. There was a possibility it was a guest of your family because I could never, ever imagine you…” “Me…?” he asked somberly. “That you will pay a prostitute for something like that. It’s just… I can’t imagine you having to pay for sex.” “You didn’t even know who you were meeting up with?” She nodded. “Yes. But… Madame Venus did say you were… safe. Even the others there… they said if the requirement hadn’t been for someone very new and virtually a… a virgin, they would have easily changed places with me. I don’t know if that should even be comforting. But to them it was… like since I was indeed a virgin

the maiden said. Samantha closed her eyes; she wasn't sure if she wanted to look beautiful and radiant on her birthday. Perhaps, if she looked less attractive, her future husband would become disenchanted and reject the agreement with Frederick. It was a mere possibility, but dreaming cost nothing, and she wanted to have hope. Samantha turned her attention back to the garden without answering her maiden, also ignored the knocks on the door until she heard what the other girl had to say. "It's the Marquis, and he's having an audience with the King; I think he's Your Highness's fiancé," she whispered.

She laughed then turned back to read the scroll. “Tsk.” She said after a minute. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “We need fresh virgin blood. Are any of you a virgin?” She asked. I laughed, “no way, we’ve all been well acquainted with Rose, well all of us except for Garrett. You’re not a virgin though right?” He remained suspiciously quiet. “Right?” Brent reiterated. “I actually am.” He whispered and I swear he even blushed some. “Perfect! Then we have all I need. Now make a circle and hold hands. Mr. Virgin, you stand in the middle.” She pointed.