Romans & histoires Bride Of Discord

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.

Even while I was deep in Zephyr and Lyla’s story, those two kept nagging at me. I would be writing a scene for Bride of Wrath, and suddenly a single line of dialogue between Troy and Athena would play in my head. That one line would grow into a scene, and before I knew it, an entire chapter was forming! They refused to stay quiet until I promised them their own story, which, by the way, I’ve already started working on. Their book is called Loving the Madman, and it’s darker, more obsessive, but also deeply romantic. I can’t wait for you to read it.

"Working for the Dark Alpha." "Has its perks." The guard grinned. Leaned in like he was sharing a secret. "You should hear the noises coming from his chambers lately." My hand tightened on my dice. "That right?" Mitch's voice was carefully neutral. "Oh yeah. The new bride? The one from—" He waved vaguely. "—wherever. Riverside I think?" My jaw clenched. "She's alive then," Mitch said casually "All night. Moans. Every night since the cursed bride arrived. "he said to his drinking partner

“Under the moon, under the sun. Over the land and under the sea. You will love each other and be able to link. No one can sever your bond with the exception of the two of you…” Anika and Danessa sprung forward to start the battle. Neither of them could abide the couple finding marital bliss. Imagine a Hybrid and a Lycan. Anika went for the brides throat. She wrapped her claws around her throat and sliced backwards. Danessa went to rip off the grooms head. Bradford would be hers.

"I've never seen him grieve as he has with his last bride, Calista. The fool loved her deeply. Too deeply. When Acasia transcended, Calista was still alive. He begged the Gods and Goddesses for her life. It's harder now that we know turning a bride into a dragon is truly possible. I'm a realist, though. It took thousands of years for one of us to break the curse. It will be thousands more before it happens again. Sarn is angry and lonely. I can tell you from experience that it's a lethal combination. Yes, if you have no choice, kill him." My bride is quiet after this speech. This needed to be said, though I'm sorry it has upset her. We finally arrive. "Are you ready?" "Yes, quite ready." I'm

His calloused fingers, resting lightly on the table, occasionally invaded her view, a quiet reminder of his presence. As the evening wore on and Caelia reluctantly slowed her feasting, two young women approached the table. Their careful attire and poised movements betrayed their noble upbringing. Rhyzar nodded, allowing them to ascend the stairs. Setting aside the glass of unfamiliar wine she’d been given, Caelia straightened in her seat as the women approached. “My lord Draken,” the taller of the two said, bowing her head gracefully. Her golden curls cascaded like streams of honey over her tanned shoulders. Her crimson lips curved into a warm, elegant smile. “I’ve been so eager to meet your

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

She seemed to be struggling to comprehend what I had told her. "This is not good, this is very bad, very bad," Aunt Aurora said, her voice low and trembling. "Your mother will never accept a vampire as your mate, and vampires are known for being possessive and obsessive, witches do not get along with them. This will only lead to conflict, possibly even war!". "But I'm not even sure he's my mate," I said, shaking my head. "I don't feel any kind of bond between us." “It doesn’t matter now Amelia! As long as he already called you his mate! You already belong to him!”.

“I’ve known this dork for many years now, and I’m happy he finally has found his true mate.” While Ford and Donna shake hands, Bridget comes over and stands next to them. When the handshake is done, Bridget extends her hand too. “Since my mate hasn’t introduced me, I will do the honors. Welcome to the pack. I’m Bridget, Ford’s mate, and after some training, I will be a high elder, along with my mother.” Well, that is news to me. I didn’t know that she is going to be a high elder. It does make sense because her mother is a high elder, but I didn’t know that we could have two high elders at the same time.

But before I could even muster a response, Gabby's voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a beacon of clarity. “This isn't love, you son of a bitch!” She screamed, rushing towards us with renewed determination. “This is you acting like an insane person because you can’t accept the truth!” With a strength I had never witnessed before, she pushed Jordan aside, her eyes blazing with determination. But Jordan's refusal to accept reality only served to deepen the rift between us. “This marriage isn't even valid!” "Jordan, what on earth are you going on about?" Gabby's voice rang out, her incredulity mirroring my own as she stood before me like a shield. "Kyra and I are already married. Stop