Fallen Goddess, Madeline Piper [best romantic books to read .txt] 📗

She comes back finally with another box in her palms yet this one was very tiny compared to the rest. She sits next to me and unclasps my hands placing the box into them. “Do not open it until told to do so.” She whispers.
"Why?" I objected.
"Just don't...please." I nodded then placed the box out of sight. Under the pillow.
“Can I show you something?” I unexpectedly said.
“Anything.” She replies warmly. I pulled out the letter from my back pocket and placed it into her hands.
“Did you write this?” I stared at her worriedly but knew the answer was going to be yes. Giggling softly she nods and wraps her arms around me for a quick embrace. ~This is real. I'm an actual god! Hope this feeling lasts.~ I thought.
“We wanted to give you warning about your life. It’s going to be changing very quickly even more bizarre than this. At least my dear try to get use to this lifestyle and tell us what you think.We just want to make sure.” She says motioning to the room.
"Sure of what?" I question gazing up inot her welcoming eyes.
"Make sure that you're worth it." She sighs losing her smile. I stood palming my face when there was a small knock on the door. A servants head popped in and she gleamed at us. She has golden hair, clear blue eyes, and deathly pale skin seeming no older than seventeen.
“Hello,” She says quietly. “My majesty requested my presence in order to help the returning princess for her feast.” She curtsies slowly with her chin tucked in between her collar bones in shyness not making eye contact. I look to my mother then back to her and shrugged. My mother stood after a period of silence making her way out of the room and still having that sheepish smile on her face.


“You don’t have to be all formal around me.” I protested to the servant as she played in my bouncy black curls. She had given me the ultimate redress and my face glistened in the mirror at my dresser. I wore a long flowing washed pink gown that hugged my curves with a slit right above my knee which emphasized my crystal blue eyes, complimented by an elegant pair of silver stilettos tailor made for my size 6 feet. Platinum diamond shaped earrings dangled from my ears favoring my tanned pink skin.
“What is your name?” I question as she finishes my make up. I turned to her and stood still sbout an inch or so shorter. She was quiet yet her expressions were filled with enthusiasm and beauty. I tilt my head proposing that I was getting tired of her delay.
“Helena.” She whispered. She took a step back and curtsied again making her blonde hair fall into her face.
“Well Helena, today is your lucky day.” I proposed.“You just won yourself a free make over by a princess!” Her head shot up at me in surprise with a sweet little smile forming on her lips. Wow,I thought was I actually a princess?
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The feast

I danced down the stairs slowly with all eyes plastered on me. Helena was not too far behind me also dressed as lavishly as I am. I clothed her in a baby blue dress, black flats (seeing that she doesn’t know how to walk in heels) and placed her hair in a neat bun with loose hairs falling to her cheeks. Her make up matched her blue eyes and her face was dressed by the clips on earrings and necklace she wore. She looked beautiful and grateful.
There was a long table stretched down the ball room filled with over exceeding amounts of food from lobster, to pies, to drinks. My parents sat at the far edge of the table where an empty seat awaited. Mercury sat next to that seat and my heart immediately flipped making my smile grow wider. My mother looked across at him smiling also. A servant escorted us to my seat where Helena stood behind me. Servants weren’t allowed to sit unless they were told to do so and judging by the stares she’s been getting I didn't want to make her face more humiliation.
“I didn't quite get to introduce myself. I’m Mercury.” He whispers as everyone took their seats. The table was filled with what seemed like numerous kings, queens, princes and princesses. All had their own servants standing loyally behind them.
“Hello my name is Celine.” I reply with a very small flirtatious smile. He chuckles softly and sips his wine before gazing back up at me with his loving brown eyes.
“Everyone knows your name my lady.” He notifies. I wasn’t surprised to say they were at my feast yet he says it as if I'm supposed to know. I giggle goofily before sipping at my water and wiping my mouth with a napkin. “I like your servant’s uniform.” He says after a while causing me to once again giggle goofily.
“Then I guess my uniform is also likeable.” I retort. He takes a second to inspect me before nodding with a lustful grin on his face.
“Very like able.” He reminisces in my ear sending a warm wave of pleasure through my body. I cross my leg from the intensifying situation going on between my thighs.
“Thank you all for celebrating our daughters return.” My father announces standing and clinking his glass. Everyone’s attention diverted towards him. “It has been a very agonizing eighteen years and my wife and I are just ecstatic that our daughter, Celine, heir to the throne of Olympus has returned. Long live Celine!” He raises his glass further into the air and a wave of ‘All hail Celine’s’ arose in the spacious ball room.
It wasn’t long after when everyone departed from the table and made their way to the dance floor. Well, everyone except Mercury and I. I tried not to look at him because if I did something stupid will definitely mutter from my mouth. “Is there something wrong my lady?” He asks. I gulped some water and shook my head diverting my eyes to the happy dancing royals. They all danced in sync to the dreamy orchestra that played heavenly music. Friendly smiles were spread across their faces and big gowns with high hats moved in my sight. The women were elegant enough and the men were the definition of gentlemen. I closed my eyes and swayed slowly to the music feeling Mercury’s warm eyes on me. I heard him stand before I opened my eyes to see his hand outstretched and his chest raised high. “Would you care to dance your highness?” He questions manneredly. It was almost as if he were proposing something. I unhesitant placed my hand into his soft warm one as he swept me onto the dance floor. It was if I were in a Cinderella scene where everyone waltzed like a choreographed dance routine. Mercury wrapped an arm around my waist bringing me closer and intertwined his fingers with mines. I gently placed my other hand on his shoulder as he led me away into the blissful sea of dancers. I felt his chest heave lightly against mines as we twist and turned around other couples. I noticed my mother and father were sitting on the far side of the room in thrones looking around the room at their company.
Mercury was slowly easing his hands on my back towards my rump. I didn't protest. I mean I probably thing he’s still a vir-
“So what’s the deal with you and my parents?” I asked instead.
“What about them?” He replies.
“I mean are you some sort of servant for them because you sit at the table. Not that I didn't like it. I mean I did…I mean…you know what I mean.” My goofy side was definitely on its way out. Begging for itself to be released. I felt him chuckle beneath me.
“I am merely a messenger your highness. I’ve worked for your parents for as long as I know. My father has worked for them and so has my father’s father.” His voice was strong and proud. I felt proud to be in his presence. He was happy with how his life was going and I felt that my parents were old bums as I called them. ~Wow~ I thought I should really pick up a few hints from him.

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Publication Date: 04-19-2012

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