His Untamed Savage Bride Novels & Stories

He began to describe two possible paths out of the estate: one where the two men who had been chasing her would capture her, and another that led into the desert, her slim but only chance of escape. "Oh, and one more thing," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he glanced back at her again. His brow arched as he delivered his final words, the gravity of them sinking in slowly. "Our unions are a little different from yours." He paused, letting the silence thicken before adding with a smirk, "We would need to mate during our ceremony."

“I take you, Damon, to be my husband. To stand by you in front of the world, through whatever comes.” Damon held my gaze, his turn now. “I, Damon Langford, take you, Vivienne Hartley, to be my wife. To protect and provide, in public and in promise, for as long as this bond holds.” The priest nodded. “You may now kiss the bride.”

"No, I'm not married. I'm buying it for my brother's wife. I want to ease her pain as much as I can." "Wow, that's nice. You're a good man." Her eyes brightened at the prospect of a single man. I just smirked in reply. I offered her my card before heading to the cashier. I hope this works out.

She's making me hard unknowingly so I had to leave the dinning. Ryan is right, I really want her. Heather (Lauren's mom). "I can't believe you are this cruel, I made a great mistake agreeing to marry you, you brought me nothing but pain " I shout at Ryder. "I don't care, you are never grateful for what I did for you, I saved your ass from being homeless after my stupid brother died "he says. Or after you killed him, for your own selfish reasons " "Give me the fucking money Heather " he growls.

I hiss as we reach the living room. Dawson comes out of the den and looks at us, quizzical. “What’s going on?” he asks his brother more than me. “It just so happens that your brother is a caveman who thinks that because he paid to have a wife, he can do whatever he wants with me.” I turn and shake my arm to get him to let go of me. “I don’t know what’s the matter and what the hell is wrong with you, but you’d better, for the health of this marriage, learn to behave with me, do you understand me?”

Intro: The Viking Bride tells the story of Brynja, a fiercely independent woman, and Ulfrik, a brutal yet enigmatic Viking chieftain. After her village is raided, Brynja is taken as Ulfrik's captive and declared his bride, her life irrevocably changed by the warlord's claim.

"That's mate.'' He ran around in his subconscious. Truly, she was. For no other female ever made his wolf react in such away before. Just a few minutes more and he'll finally get to put a name to face, a scent to face. Closing his eyes, Christian forced himself not to lose control. After hearing that wretched father of hers bellowing her name. He didn't like what he had learnt about him and how he treated his mate. Christian dug his nails in his palms to restrain himself as much as possible, even though he wanted nothing more than to charge in like a knight and save his bride from that abusive fu*k she called a father. He couldn't wait to take her away from there, thinking that she didn't de

He was making a proclamation that if anyone has any funny thoughts about her, they face his wrath. This time Darnon, who had been silent the whole time spoke, his smooth voice soothed the ears. “ She doesn't need to do it for the pack, just for the rules, The family won't accept a mate who hasn't bled for Frostveil, and you know that.“ Adrian gritted his teeth. “ She won't , She doesn't need to.“ Darnon went silent. He knew trying to convince Adrian was the same as like hurling a boulder at a piece of paper and expecting it to bounce back.

“You’re gonna kill him!” I blinked. Avery was on the floor, coughing, blood dribbling from his lip. Sienna grabbed my arm. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I ripped off my gloves and threw them down. “He wants me to marry Leon Vitali.” She froze. Her face twisted. “What?” “Jack’s brilliant plan for domination. Use me as bait. Marry the Butcher. Bear his child. Then strike.” Her lips curled in disgust. “That sick bastard. We should kill Leon. End it before it starts.”

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the