Duskwalker Brides Novels & Stories

It's not good to see the madman; he deserves to be beaten! Punches and kicks fell on his back, and the pain shot from the skin and flesh into his bones, affecting every meridian. The rain drenched her makeup, covering her eyes. Lucas felt the familiar voice and embrace, finally seeing the person he was searching for. She truly was at the Rosewood Estate. She indeed married Oliver, the worthless member of the Windsor family! "Sis..." "Don't be afraid, Lucas, I'm here, I'm here." "Sis, did you sell yourself for me? Did you marry Oliver for my sake? That ring... is it?"

Rani introduced her to everyone. Bored of watching the bride, Kayanangai shifted her gaze to the other ladies who were gathered there. For a second, Kayanangai couldn't believe her own eyes when seeing the woman sitting near the bride's aunt. It's Ganthika, the witch. I am imagining things. It's not true, Kayanangai thought and closed her eyes to calm herself a bit. But in fact, she's calmer than before. She again saw that woman and it's Ganthika still there with a smile while watching the bride.

" 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.

I am just twenty one years old, while Warrick is forty-six — old enough to be my father. Yet he wants to marry me, and my father and stepmother agree without any opposition. I step out of my hideout,narrowing my gaze down the lonely road to see if my sister is coming. She helped me escape this morning. I still don’t know why she’s helping me…… But I take it anyway. What choices do I even have? Marry the biker president who will make my life a living hell, or take Daisy's advice and flee California? She said Greece is good. Mykonos would fit me, or even Africa if I am too scared that he will come looking for me in Greece.

Her tears came silently, burning down her cheeks as she held her stomach, still unaware yet of the life forming inside. She had loved Damian. Or tried to. Desperately. But all he ever did was show her her own insignificance. Her phone rang that afternoon. She didn’t recognize the number at first, but her breath caught when she heard the voice. “Sera?” Adrik Volkov. Her closest friend from medical school. Warm hearted. Loyal. Brilliant. She hadn’t expected him to call. “Sera,” Adrik repeated gently. “I heard rumors… that you married into the Blackwell syndicate. Is it true?”

The blonde woman in a white dress looks over at us and her red lips stretches into a smile as Robert goes on to greet her husband, whom he seems to be close acquainted with. “Good day. You are not April,” she say, eyes scanning me up and down. I clamp my teeth together, although my lips are still pulled into a decent smile. At least I hope it is decent. “No, I'm not,” I say through clenched teeth. She chuckles, although there is nothing warm about it. “I am Amber Walker. Married to Jimmy Walker,” she says pointing to her husband, who owns a large estate in Brussel. “Jennifer Schultz,” I say simply as I take a seat and look elsewhere, where her face isn't.