Captive Bride Book Novels & Stories

"It's her own damn fault then if she sees my massive dick and runs screaming. Your bodyguard looks like some kind of schoolgirl nun cross. She could probably use an eyeful or a good fuck to shock her out of her prudish ninja nun thing." Claudia thumped him on the chest, "That's what Boris called her." He arched a brow at her and she said, "Long story. I'll tell you later. Now remind me of how much you love me and how you've written endless amounts of shoes for your new bride into our marriage contract?" "Insatiable woman," he said with a grin and kissed her waiting lips. END OF BOOK THREE

" This package has arrived for you Crystal" Crystal received the package, it's what she went shopping for, her wedding is set for tomorrow, there's no going back, From tomorrow till the next year, she'll live as Mrs. Rafael Manuel, her stomach quivered at the thought, for the next one year, she'll be in this prison called marriage, tonight is her last night and she will utilize it to the fullest, she took her package upstairs, tomorrow, she will become a married woman, a loving, faithful wife to Rafael Manuel Jnr.

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

“Your third fantasy, little fan. The one you poured into your laptop at nineteen… the ruthless kidnapper who steals the blushing bride straight from the altar before she can say her sacred vows. You want me to make it real? Extreme? No mercy? I swallowed hard, my nipples tightening into aching peaks. My voice was a breathless whisper. “Yes… make it extreme. Make me feel every second of it. Kidnap me properly.” A slow, devastatingly attractive smile curved his lips. “Good girl.” He reached into the pocket of his discarded jacket and produced two small white pills along with a glass of water. “These will drop you completely. When you wake, you’ll be bound, helpless, and entirely at my mercy. Y

This is book two, titled : His tainted wife. This is Ruth’s story Book tropes: New found family, forced marriage, love after marriage Ruth’s P.O.V. “We are gathered here to witness the union between….” My mind went to the moment my mother budged into my room with guards, instructing them to carry me to the bathroom where they stripped me down and threw me in the tub. She woke up today and decided to wedge nothing but violence on me instead of telling me they were marrying me away to a person I did not know, to a family I never heard of before.

Knotting the Captive Bride Kianna~ The servants had prepared me with painstaking care, as though I were a sacrificial offering rather than a captive. They had bathed me in steaming water scented with rare oils from faraway lands, their hands gentle yet perfect as they scrubbed away the dirt and humiliation of the journey. My silver-blonde hair had been brushed until it glowed like shiny moonlight, falling in soft waves down my back. They had dressed me in a gown of deepest crimson silk that stuck to every curve of my body, the neckline descended enough to reveal the swell of my breasts, the fabric so sheer in places that it left little to the imagination. Gold thread embroidered ancient rune

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

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The caption beneath it made things worse. “Clara Harper publicly embarrassed after trying to seduce married billionaire Elias Ward.” Her face darkened immediately. “Who posted this?” she asked. Jeff’s jaw tightened.“That’s your concern right now?” Clara scoffed angrily. “They recorded me without permission!” Jeff laughed bitterly.“Unbelievable.”His voice rose sharply.“What were you even doing there dressed like that?” he asked Clara crossed her arms instantly. “It was for business.” Jeff stared at her then actually laughed coldly, “You expect me to believe that?”

I open to the first page, and the handwriting makes my heart stop. It's mine. My handwriting. My words. January 15th. I married Damien Cross yesterday on New Year's Eve. Everyone says I'm the luckiest woman in the world. So why do I feel like I just made the worst mistake of my life? I sink to the floor, the journal clutched in my hands, and start reading. The early entries are conflicted, showing a woman who loved a man but feared him in equal measure. Ava, the woman I was, wrote about Damien's charm and his coldness, his generosity and his control. She wrote about feeling trapped even in the early days of their marriage, about wondering if the man she fell in love with ever really existed.