My Beloved Mute Bride Novels & Stories

A place built from silence and persistence and hope and love that refused to disappear even when circumstances suggested it should. Perhaps that was why the title had always fit. The silenced bride. The relentless love. Not opposites. Not separate stories. The silence had taught them how to listen. The love had taught them how to stay. And somewhere between those two lessons they had built a life larger than either of them had ever imagined possible.

I barked. " I need to come and get her away from you. You can't keep her there like that. " He said. " No!! I can keep her wherever I want. We are married and are on a honeymoon. So don't disturb. We were enjoying special moments. " I said. " Don't you dare, Dhruv? I will kill you. " He yelled. " Sorry bro, you are late... I have already dared. And as I told you we are on a honeymoon, please don't disturb us. My bride is waiting for me. Bye. " I said.

Then he looked at me. "So am I," he said. "Aria. So am I." He left. The door clicked softly behind him. I stood in the middle of the guest suite for a long time. Eventually I went to the window and sat on the sill and looked out at the dark estate and the rows of white chairs waiting and the oak trees standing still in the night air. I held the warmth of his lips on my knuckles and the certainty of so am I. Tomorrow I was marrying Dante Vitale.

He muttered close to me. I cried more as I couldn't tell him the reason. I chose to get married to him. Sultan, 'Sultan Rafiq' was the person whom I never saw closely, who I never talked calmly, Whom I didn't know either became my husband just now. "I am alright, Bhai saheb! everything is fine." I muttered. I moved towards my Sister-in-Law 'Bhabhi Saheb'. She hugged me tightly and pulled my veil up. "This is still your home, Princess"

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

Rai’s POV She tried to push me back with her tiny hands on my chest, but I didn’t budge. “How did you make the Braciole, Reina?” I asked, still crowding her space. Her lips quivered as she raised her hands to sign to me. Shit. I had forgotten. She couldn’t speak. I watched her with a fascinated look as she moved her fingers, speaking to me in the only way she could. When she was done, she looked at me like I had understood, but I only stared at her.

"Look, I'm not going to claim that my fiancé is the smartest guy ever, but I think he can handle buttons." Melissa's expression changes, and I'm not sure we're talking about the same thing. Her gaze is drawn to the curtain, which isn't much of a soundproof barrier between us and the women beyond it, and she lowers her voice. "Do you know what happens during the mating ceremony?" I gently shake my head; if I move it too much, the dizziness will return. She takes a deep breath in and returns to fixing the neckline of her outfit. "We have plenty of space to let this out, so it closes completely." Nobody wants to witness a bride pouring out of her robe as she makes her way to the chamber."

It was just obvious, the disciples' acting wasn't very good. The bride squinted and looked at their faces. "Really?" "Really!" Esteban nodded hard. The bride laughed again, her voice was really nice: "Then have some appetizers first, my husband isn't back yet. When he gets home, I'll have him make some bone soup for everyone." Bone broth? Whose bone? The disciples of the sect leaned on the table, looked at Amelia, then looked out the window, and finally stared at their new bride, who was tilting her head at them.

Dustin’s grin only annoyed him more, but Drake relented, content to stare at Freya from across the aisle. Dustin’s heart pounded louder with each passing second. Was his wife safe? He whispered once more into his earpiece. “Mr. Stuart, where is my wife?” “Master, here comes your bride,” came the steady reply. Relief surged through him, dissolving his nerves into pure anticipation. The music shifted, soaring into the haunting strains of Don’t Say Goodbye, Rihanna’s bridal march. Gasps filled the cathedral and echoed across live broadcasts worldwide as the scene shifted. The chaos of gunfire and smoke vanished, replaced by dazzling white mist. The haunting melody lingered as the haze slowly li

I said, hugging him so tight. “Don't tell me you are crying” I teased, disengaging from the hug. “It's tears of joy” he replied emotionally. I'm so going to miss him. ******* It's finally the wedding day. All neighboring Pack were present to grace the occasion. I stared at my beautiful mate, and she looked down shyly. Miquel left yesterday night in my clothes. I hope he will be really okay. Everywhere was decorated with beautiful paintings. The elephant which was to carry the bride and groom was beautifully dressed with our color code, red and gold with different jewelries of gold, silver, and diamond. I discovered my mate's name is Valeria. She is the daughter of moon light Pack.