Novel & Cerita Virgin Maiden

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.

Inside these walls, there was only tension, tight and suffocating. Isabella looked up at Damian, her tears streaking her cheeks, voice barely a whisper. “Please… you have to believe me. You know I was a virgin before you married me… how can you believe I have a child.” Her plea trembled into the air, soft yet piercing, as if the sound itself was fragile enough to shatter. Her chest rose and fell with the uneven rhythm of her breath, and her hands twisted in front of her, desperate to hold onto something real when everything felt like it was slipping away.

Then, beneath it, the blank space where the name wasn’t mine, but I had to take it anyway. Elena Moretti. The moment the tip of the pen scratched that second signature, something twisted in my chest like it wanted to scream. No ring was offered. No kiss was given. No words were exchanged. Just paper. Just a glass of red wine set in my hand by a man I’d never seen before. “Smile,” the lawyer said. I didn’t. Dante didn’t either. “You may acknowledge your wife,” the priest said. The words echoed like a cough in an empty cathedral.

I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”

My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three. The silence in the jet was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the clinking of ice cubes in the glass Paolo was holding. He had settled across from me, his gaze fixed on mine as if to analyze and dissect me. I felt exposed, as if his eyes could read everything I was trying to hide. Finally, he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. — So, Allyssa... Why? Why would a girl like you end up down there, selling herself in a sordid basement? You're young, beautiful... full of potential. And, what's more, you were a virgin.

[A Maiden…] Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live th

He knew the girl wouldn't be hurt because he had placed cotton around the handcuffs. After all the difficulties he had faced, he stood beside her, gazing at her face. Shanelle was truly a beautiful woman. Her angelic face captivated him instantly. His eyes then shifted to her chest. Although he couldn't say for sure, it was evident that she had a generous bosom. He believed he was the only man who had possessed her. He had taken Shanelle with great pleasure. He considered himself the luckiest man alive because, among all the women he had been intimate with, Shanelle was a genuine virgin.

And that the people were really mean to her. I wondered who she was. Why was someone this young, here? “Yes, you can take my word,” I reached out to her shoulders, hugging her. Next, I guided her to where I previously sat and slept. “What’s your name?” I asked. “P-piper,” she replied. “Well Piper, that’s such a beautiful name.” “T-Thank you,” “I’m Ava Goodchild, one of the selected virgins. Are you in any way here for that?”

“Maiden?” “Those robes…” “The Five Virtues Temple?!” “You’re Teal Leithold?!” Harvey stared at the woman who had her whole body revealed to him, confused beyond anything. He never expected to land right where the Maiden was. Looking at such a clean and beautiful face, Harvey finally understood why this woman was called a Maiden. Judging from her looks alone, she was no different than an angel. Was Akio’s big plan consisted of Harvey landing in the Maiden’s bath so he could see her in all her glory?

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.