روايات وقصص ضمن Bride Of Discord

But the moment he stepped into the chamber, his eyes drifted. They landed on the bed—on the bruised, torn body of the warlord’s bride. On the marks she hadn’t spoken of. The pain she’d borne in silence. Rhazien moved instantly, faster than thought. He positioned himself between them with a force that cracked the air. A snarl tore from his throat, reverberating like a tremor through the chamber. "Look at her again and I'll rip the sight from your skull." The Spymaster flinched, then dropped his gaze to the floor.

Hopefully. “The last claimed bride is . . .” she turned her whole body to watch us and let a pause settle over the room, most likely to draw out the suspense, but instead, she was highlighting my shame. “Blaire Ashbourne. Step on up darling, come claim your man.” She paused and tilted her head at the paper again, “Fredrick Marlowe. Come claim your man. Blaire, you’ve been bought by Fredrick Marlowe of the Ice Peak pack. Fred come snag your woman so we can all get the ceremony underway.”

It was just obvious, the disciples' acting wasn't very good. The bride squinted and looked at their faces. "Really?" "Really!" Esteban nodded hard. The bride laughed again, her voice was really nice: "Then have some appetizers first, my husband isn't back yet. When he gets home, I'll have him make some bone soup for everyone." Bone broth? Whose bone? The disciples of the sect leaned on the table, looked at Amelia, then looked out the window, and finally stared at their new bride, who was tilting her head at them.

Coughing uncontrollably, wheezing for breath Vladimir gazed at his bride in confusion, the fierce protectiveness in her eyes sent an icy shiver down his spine. The Vampire King and his bride's harsh breaths echoed in the silent mansion. Vladimir watched in disbelief as his bride took a fighting stance in front of Amell. She hadn't even thought twice before harming her soulmate for another man. . . His little one had made it very clear where her loyalty lay. Vladimir's eyes darkened when the wizard looked him in the eyes while placing a sloping kiss on his bride's cheek from behind, deliberately igniting him. "Tell me you miss me rebel."

I reached for the Original Silence. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Priest. I Struck the Altar. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Original Contract" on the blackened marrow. I didn't try to save my love; I Divorced the Loom. "I AM THE BRIDE WHO REFUSES THE RING!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Sanctified Anarchy.

Draven said, teeth bared. “No,” Kade said. “You know the version the House wrote for itself.” He looked at Lillieth. “The Hollow King’s bride wasn’t stolen. She chose MoonRiver to end a war. Your mother carried the ember because the first bride refused to bear a son that would inherit an oathbreaker’s throne. The witch isn’t punishing a sin; she’s enforcing a contract.” Greta clicked her tongue. “Of course love ruined the fine print.” Lillieth’s chest tightened. “So I’m… what? The clause?”

“What do you want, Brisge? You don't even have permission to enter the mansion.” She laughed and spread her arms, stretching calmly. “I want us to work together. Beta Victor is looking for a warrior to be Bradley's whore's maid, and you're perfect for that,” she hinted. Her words confused me. What was this woman thinking? “Why would I do that? I already refused to be his maid, I don't want to...” My words hung in the air when Bridge interrupted, “Are you always this foolish? Keep your enemies close...” Bridge began to tell me her plans, leaving me a little intrigued.

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..."

his hands at his sides, and Sophia noticed something she’d never seen before: his fingers were opening and closing at his sides, a tiny repetitive motion, like a man working up the nerve to reach for something.He was nervous.Dominic Cross who could dismantle an empire before breakfast and make a room full of killers go silent with a look was nervous about marrying her.Judge Conway opened the book. The words were the same words every couple heard: do you take, to have and to hold, in sickness and health. They sounded different at midnight with no witnesses and a bodyguard by the door and the city glittering below like a circuit board running on power that the groom controlled.“Do you, Domini

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '