Bewedded Not Beloved Novels & Stories

His smirk softened, something deeper flickering in his gaze, something so full of love it almost knocked the air out of my lungs. Then "You’re still a pain in my ass, sweetheart." I snorted, rolling my eyes. "And you’re still the most arrogant asshole I’ve ever met." "Perfect match, then." Maybe we really were.

It looked familiar even though I couldn’t place it. “Magnificus,” he purred, red eyes roaming over Storm’s form with a hint of possessiveness in his gaze. “It has been a long time, My Beloved. You look just as stunning as ever.” Creed snarled at him calling her his beloved. Beloveds were essentially the vampire-equivalent of mates. It was a claim, either fated or chosen. And one that this asshat had no rights to. There was no warning before she shifted back into my form, flames covering our nakedness. She remained forward as she stood up to my full height.

“I know you still don’t want to let go of Brandon. But just so you know, Brandon also doesn’t like women who want to ruin his marriage. That’s why I advise you not to become a homewrecker over trivial matters, so that Brandon won’t hate you for the rest of his life.” For some reason, Isabella felt William's embrace was incredibly warm, and it calmed her down. However, she continued to cry until she felt the pain of unrequited love. ***** Meanwhile, Belinda and Brandon were still arguing in the living room. Belinda was increasingly furious at her husband's selfish behavior, to the point where she didn't want to see his face or sleep with him. "Can't you see I'm uncomfortable being held by Dan

So me Tell, How was your wedding night with your husband " Immediately she said those words , My mind flashed back to what happened last night , Instantly I started blushing . " Oh I see something wonderful happened last night " " Stop talking nonsense Bethel " " How was your husband in bed tell me ' " Bethel I think you shouldn't be asking me that" " Why ,or May be I should try and see for myself" "You are Talking nonsense" " Am joking sister , Besides king Edward is now my brother in law , So I don't think it's right to have feelings for him " " Bethel ,I think it's time you introduce me to that man "

“Vada, Gwen and my children are here because this is where they belong. They are my family. Wherever I am, they have a place beside me!” Her expression shifted, but I continued before she could speak. “I will help clear your name, but your jealousy toward Gwen and my pups is unwarranted.” She stared at me as though my words had struck her across the face. Then I let out a slow breath. “Vada, you don’t truly love me… You may admire me, you may have wanted me for a long time, but I’ve never felt that what you had for me was love… not the kind of love that runs as deep as a mate bond.”

The cursed wolf rested in love. The light rested in love. Love was the quiet. And it settled. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor rested in love. The garden rested in love. The light rested in love. The love was the quiet. And it settled. For the fleeting. For the boundless. For the interval. The story was not pursued. It rested. Every evening. In every softening. In every presence. The cursed wolf rested in love.

I arrive at the garden and see Storm, so I walk up to him and we start walking around. "I know you are in love with Soren," says Storm, and I look at him, surprised "I over heard my mother's lady in waiting Lady Reyja Bedite talking to your lady in waiting Lady Marina about it and you know they can spot love a mile away being descendants of Aphrodite the goddess of love I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry that you can't be with the one you love but I'm hoping that even though you can't love me that we can be friends that might make our marriage more bareable for you" he says

"Ah, yes, your precious little wife. Tell me, Damien, how does it feel to be trapped in a loveless marriage with a woman who despises you almost as much as I do?" Anger flared within me, threatening to consume me whole as Rose's words cut deep, reopening wounds that had never fully healed. "Isabella loves me, Rose," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "And unlike you, she's not motivated by greed or manipulation. She's a good person, someone who deserves far better than what you're offering."

I truly want to get a black wedding dress for my devastation, to see the reflection of my future in the mirror but this red wedding dress is very itchy. “This is it.” My heart was heavy, I could feel this tingling sensation of pain rushing in my every vein. My heartbeat dropped, the day was so mournful. I was pushing deep into the gloom. “My ticket to hell.” All I can see is despair chasing me and taking me away and bounding my life with a very demanding guy who cares only about himself, his image.

He walked out without looking back at her. Isabella fell to the floor weakly, there goes the man she loved her whole life, he was going to hurt her daughter — Their daughter...