Duskwalker Brides Novels & Stories

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amelia Hart watches her perfect wedding crumble in seconds. Just as she reaches the altar, the church doors burst open, and a little girl points at her fiancé. "Daddy… why are you marrying another woman?" Before Ethan can explain, whispers spread through the congregation, cameras begin recording, and Amelia walks away with a shattered heart. The world believes Ethan has been living a double life. Amelia believes it too. But when the mysterious little girl disappears without a trace and her mother is found missing, Amelia uncovers a trail of lies that stretches back decades. Every answer leads to another secret, and every secret bri

This surprised Kathie because she didn't know when her husband left, however, she still followed up the request and went out that night to look for her husband. She took her manager with her and also her assistant, Jackson that night to go and meet her husband. Kathie's manager… Francesca Cox has always been her best friend and the one who taught her everything she knew. She was like a sister to her and the one she cherished the most. So on their way to the hotel, they saw a girl standing in the middle of the road and stopped. The girl was wearing a hoodie and no matter the level of horn being blown at her the girl refused to move out of the way.

Liam kissed Audrey pa*sionately before they go to sleep. After tonight, Audrey and Liam will stayed apart for three days before their wedding day. This is a rule set by the Nightwalker Pack from generation to generation, to solidify the hearts of the prospective bride and groom regarding their marriage intentions. Basically, the name Nightwalker itself comes from a legend, about a pair of bride and groom who were separated because of war. The two of them walked for three days and three nights looking for each other. However, due to the war situation, they could only walk freely at night.

Autumn Dawson stood stiffly at the edge of the dance floor, her hands clenched tightly around her champagne glass. she watched with teary eyes, her husband twirl his new bride, Iris Dawson—her much younger half-sister—across the polished wood. The twinkling lights above cast a soft glow on their joyous faces, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing in Autumn's chest. For twelve years, she had played the role of his substitute wife, enduring the empty nights and the whispered rumors, only to be cast aside the moment his father passed away. On the very day that marked their twelve-year anniversary, he had married Iris, leaving Autumn to bear witness to a happiness that had never been hers.

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

“What?” Vincent’s eyes widened sharply. Inside the evidence bag was a phone, its screen already shattered. A police officer helped unlock it and pulled up the last recorded video. Christine’s face appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white dress, faded from too many washes, with light makeup on her face. The background was the rooftop of the Empire State Building, and the strong wind lifted her hair. “Vincent, congratulations to you and Elena on your wedding today. I’m sorry I can’t attend. It’s because I’ve decided to leave this world.”

I didn’t want her fear, but she would never understand, not now. Alpha Douglas chuckled, the sound scraping the air between us. “So it’s true, then. You’ve finally taken a bride.” The whispers spread like fire behind us. My pack’s eyes were all over her, and us I released his wrist slowly, not because I wanted to, but because the longer I held him, the closer I was to losing control. Princess ivy took a few steps closer and grabbed my wrist. “Let's go have breakfast first,” she dragged me, she took a few steps and looked back. “You should come as well.”

TITLE: Finding His Fated Mate, Too Late BLURB: Benson Crimson, the future alpha of the Black Winter Pack, is coerced into marrying Daphne Sparrow, daughter of the Walkers' Pack, after still not finding his fated mate for 5 years. His parents believe the moon goddess had not given him a fated mate, and that marrying Daphne would put an end to the long-standing conflict between the two packs that has been ongoing for generations. He agrees for the sake of his pack and vows not only to his bride but also to her pack and his that he will reject his fated mate if he should ever find her one day.

“In Brooklyn.” I nodded. How exactly was I supposed to conduct this conversation? Hello. Do you think you have the biological environment to carry my dangerous werewolf child? By the way, I’m a werewolf. She spoke before I could think of anything else. “So why do you need a surrogate?” she asked. “No offense, but you don’t look like someone who’d have trouble finding a wife.” I blinked. “That’s not really your business.” “Sorry,” she muttered, her cheeks turning pink.

Emily bowed her head at me and excused herself. As I continued to head up the stairs, my phone beeped out loud startling me. I fetched it from my pocket and gazed at the text from the unknown number. I clutched my chest tight in fear as I read the message out loud. "Happy marriage life Dante De Luca, Game on."