Virgin Maiden Novels & Stories

She was torn between haste and common sense. - Why don't you love me? What am I doing wrong? I gave my virginity to you. You deflowered me and promised to love me. – the maiden says, crying… at least that was what Gary saw. - We can't force these things. I really wanted to love you, because you're perfect for me, but I can't. “for the love of the Goddess” – Pure says, and runs to hide when he realizes it. Gary looks around trying to see who spoke, but he doesn't find anything strange other than the maiden's confused face.

A lovely gift from the moon goddess. There was no grand reason why I had kept my virginity, I just had. Although I had been close to giving it up to Kylan, I refused to when I realized he did not deserve my body after how he had broken my trust. “Maya, you have nothing to be anxious about, we can take this slow. I will be honoured to be your first and when we do mate, I promise to take care of you but that doesn’t have to be today.” Wait, what?

A knock on the door of the basement stairwell announced the arrival of the latest "Virgin" from the now retired Voodoo Queen. The deal had been in perpetuity with at least one virgin each month from the Voodoo clan stock. He had made the deal knowing how hard it had become to find virgins of a mature enough age to furnish ripe blood. He used the virgins strickly for their blood purity and none of the clan took liberties with them because of their value. A full month of careful draining and they were returned to the voodoo clan with their cunts intact and confused memories of where they had been for the last thirty days. The virgin blood kept Lafitte's clan on top of the vampire chain of comm

the princess said, crossing her tiny arms across her chest, trying to look menacing. Mateo shook his head as he whirled towards me. His eyes were dangerous as he stared at me. "Yes, I am a virgin. Yes, if you want to sell it to the paparazzo, you can. Oh, and also, pink wig," he said as he tugged slightly at my wig. "Tell them the name of the one who is going to take my virginity for extra gold. It is an exclusive, too. Vera Rhys." It was my f*cking turn to choke on air. I coughed until my eyes watered, and the prince patted my back, not so gently, until I stopped coughing.

She asked, and everything about her voice and question portrayed pure innocence. “3… 2…” I pulled back a little, noting the flush on her cheeks. Her willingness to sleep with a stranger, getting excited by it. “Are you a virgin, Princess?” The lights of the club had dimmed for the countdown, so I could only see her silhouette and feel the warmth of her body. I could feel her increased heartbeat against my shirt. “Yes, Hayden.” Fuck. I am going to Hell. “Happy New Year!”

He picked me up, took me into the bedroom and sat me on a chair. I was dumbstruck. There were no words I could think of. My mate was not going to reject me, but use me as his mistress. What did I do that the Moon Goddess plunged me into a never-ending abyss of misery and pain? I gave him my virginity, which was my most precious possession as a rogue. “Violet, you have to understand,” he said, looking down at me.

I swing my legs over the edge feet hitting the cool floor. And that is when I see it, a faint stain on the sheets, dark against the white. Not much, but unmistakable. Blood. Not from the bites, those were controlled, healed. This is different. Evidence of her virtue, spilled in our first joining. A confirmation of my suspicion. She was truly a virgin.

Leon She was a Virgin. She was a fucking Virgin. The thought alone surprised me. She had said she hadn't done it before but somehow I didn't think it would be true. A girl like Ava, untouched? But the fact that I was the first person to ever have access to her body made me and my beast jump up in excitement.

“You cannot just say that!” “Yes I can,” she said confidently. “And you were thinking it too.” “I was not!” Addy’s eyes narrowed. “Macy.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Because the image of Damien… Damp hair. Dark skin. Muscles like sin. Those dangerous eyes. Shirtless. Leaning. Watching. Not like I had experience or something. Experience when it came to sex? I was completely untouched, like untouched untouched. A virgin in the most embarrassing way possible. The kind of virgin that would probably blush if someone said the word thrust too loudly.

It was why Mom always told Celine and me, since we were kids, that we could date, but we had to protect our virtue before marriage. "Marriage is like a second chance at life," Mom would say earnestly. "Men would always claim that they don't mind, but in reality, every single one of them wants to marry a blushing virgin. It's why the two of you have to protect your virtue. Don't blame me for disowning you if you don't." I tried to convince Celine to come clean to Mom while we were on our way home from Jeffrey's house. I hadn't expected her to tell me that she was still a virgin because she slept with Jeffrey in a non-traditional way.