His Exclusive Silent Bride Novels & Stories

Noticing my discomfort, Riccardo leaned down to whisper in my ear, "What's wrong? I rarely come back, yet you're not doing your best to please me. Are you unhappy about something?" After saying that, he pulled away as if losing interest. Then, he put on a ring engraved with the Volsi family crest and donned his suit. From beginning to end, he never once looked back at me. Just as Riccardo was about to leave, I finally snapped out of my daze and grabbed the hem of his clothes. He immediately brushed my hand aside and warned, "Liliana, remember your place. You're just a bug who has no right to ask me to stay."

A ring colder than bone sliding onto my finger. And his hand—brushing mine, warm and still… too still. No kiss. No music. Only silence. And a storm rumbling just beyond the horizon. --- They led me to the bridal suite after. No one spoke. Not even him. The room was beautiful. Velvet. Candlelight. Gold. But it felt like a cage. A large mirror loomed opposite the bed. The corners were carved with snakes and blooming roses. An old wardrobe stood in the corner like it hadn’t been opened in decades.

I didn’t move away. He leaned in, and I let him, and when he kissed me it wasn’t soft or tentative or careful about itself. It was warm, and certain, and real, and his hand slid into my hair, and I grabbed the front of his shirt without deciding to, and kissed him back, and everything else, Harris, and the numbers, and Thursday, and the whole complicated mess of my life, went quiet for a moment. Just quiet. When I pulled back, I was breathing differently, and so was he, and we stood there close, foreheads almost touching, and neither of us said anything for a moment, and the city burned outside the window like it always did, completely indifferent to the two of us and whatever this was.

And Cherry on the top, my bride had three possessive brothers. 'But I am ready to fight with everyone if at the end of everything my prize is my human bride.', I thought but the biggest problem was still not mentioned above. 'Will my bride accept me for what I am and will she leave her family, siblings, her living body, and her world to be with me?' . . I couldn't stop myself from staring at her. She looked kind of cute with her round chubby cheeks and her doe eyes. I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect.

Snarls and sounds of pleasure filled the place. Anyone know what the sound recording is about. Therefore, it is not surprising that many of the invitees seemed to swallow their saliva, some felt uncomfortable and whispered cynically. Now all eyes were on the bride in front. Meanwhile, back there, the wedding vendor staff were also confused by the source of the sound. Because no one can find the point of fault. Even the technician repeatedly checked and it wasn't at the source. And of course the most surprised of the sound is the bride and groom, especially the bride, Emma Robby. This woman was silent for a moment, staring at Lucas Lewis, who only a few seconds ago officially became her husba

Her voice cracked as she spoke, “No…Vincent…it’s the same tea…the one I never drank. The one they left on the table when they sold me.” Her throat burned hotter. “The tea that shouldn’t be there.” Suddenly, a small table appeared before them—a delicate white wooden table and a single porcelain cup sitting on top, with steam curling upward from it. The perfect bride stepped closer, her veil brushing against the edge of the cup with a faint smile. “Go ahead. Taste it. It belongs to her…and to you too. A marriage sealed in silence.” Vincent’s claws twitched nervously as his voice came out rough and shaky.

The day I caught Joel Kemper in bed with another woman, she slashed up her own face. Joel pulled her tightly into his arms, refusing to let me see her no matter how hysterical I got. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at me. "This is all my fault, Valerie. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I'm begging you. Don't go after her." After that day, Joel gave up every shred of privacy. He handed over his phone every day and even installed hidden cameras throughout his car. If a female patient so much as texted him, I would question him over and over, and he never once complained. He went along with everything, asking only that I take him back. Then, three days before our we

The script called for ‘You may kiss the bride. The silence stretched, awkward, painful. Judge Miller shifted in his chair. Marta held her breath. Liam solved it. He didn’t kiss me. He leaned in, his forehead touching mine, his eyes closing. A gesture of intimacy, of unity, but also of shared, overwhelming burden. I closed my eyes too, feeling the warmth of his skin, the slight tremble in his breathing that matched my own. We stood like that for a heartbeat, two, in our silent, desperate pact.

he says with a final tone that will make you say yes without thinking due to how scary his voice is. And that's what just happened to me. I nod. "Good, we are getting married tomorrow Lauren " he says and I gasps. "What? " I yell. He glares at me. I forgot he ask me not to talk until he says so. I kept quiet and listen to him.

I take the bouquet from her outstretched hands and hold the flowers close to my chest. The realization of what is happening finally dawns on me, transforming the confusion into a surge of overwhelming emotions. In a voice that resonates through the auditorium, Gabby breaks the silence. "Kyra," she begins, her eyes locking with mine. "For seven years, you have been the love of my life, my ray of sunshine in the darkness of uncertainty and my light at the end of every dark tunnel. I want to spend forever with you. I want to hold your hand and face every challenge that life throws at us, together. I want to grow old with you and leave this world peacefully in your arms. Will you please…marry me