My Mute Bride Novels & Stories

Yes, my husband, who has not given me a single glance yet. "Now, you may kiss the Bride," the priest announced. Hearing this, I stiffened, and my fist was sweating, but I acted as orderly as I could. I fisted my palm and clenched my jaw to control my emotions. He eventually turns towards me, and I stare at his face, but he has no expression. No smile, no anger, no affection, no frustration, and moreover, NO LOVE! I crave to laugh at the thought: Is there someone on earth who can even love me?

she spat “That little wife of yours won’t keep you warm for long.” “You have until the count of three to pick up your coat and get the fuck out,” I said in a dangerous voice. “One.” Her fingers twitched. “Two.” She let out a frustrated scoff, bending to grab the coat. Before she straightened, she looked up at me through her lashes. “You’ll come back to me, Adrik. You always do.” “Three.” She hissed under her breath, as she threw the coat over her shoulder. “Enjoy your little bride while she lasts.” she bit out.

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

“Yes, Vanya. It’s settled. You’re going to marry Ivan Petrov. The Don of the Bratva Sever mafia.” The words landed like another bucket of cold water. My heart thudded sharply as my hands trembled as I signed again, faster. **You want me to marry Ivan Petrov? Everyone says he’s a ruthless killer, Papa. He’s crippled in a wheelchair. I haven’t finished college!** “And so what? Even if I let you finish, who would hire a mute girl to work for them?” **I don’t need to work. Mama said when I finish, I’ll take over the company. She gave me—**

~Alpha Dax~ Dax inhaled that lovely peony scent. It was romantic and relaxing, and it improved his mood. He knew it was that silly Omega again. He knew she was a mute. But he couldn't have a mute for a mate. His wolf, Daniel, urged him to go and find her. "Let's claim our mate, Dax," Daniel growled at him, stepping forward to shift and find that Omega. "No way! She is a mute. A mute cannot be my Luna." Dax rejected Daniel's offer. His wolf growled at him.

"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."

She says to the bride who was looking distressed. A lady walked into the church and keeps making gestures at her Aunt. Her Aunt walk away from her when her eyes met with that of lady walking towards the alter from the front door of the church. "Hey Margret." Her Aunt Silvia calls out to the woman. "Hey." Margret replies as she drags Silvia over to a corner and showed her a video of the groom getting married to someone else same day in another church. "Isn't that the..." Silvia asks but was shut by Margret.

The one who got away. Aurora disappeared the night she was supposed to marry him, and I became the substitute bride. The unwanted mute substitute bride. Mother works quickly, muttering more insults as she finishes her work, then leans back, shaking her head. "You know, it’s a real shame. If only you could produce an heir for Lord Ezra, then I wouldn’t have to work anymore. But no, nothing from your womb after all these years. Why can’t you just spread your legs and let him fuck you?”

The newlyweds joined Laurette, and the vehicle drove off. During the ride, Arla sat across from Liam, who had yet to utter a single word to her since they had signed the marriage documents. Growing impatient, she asked, "Are you mute?" Liam remained silent. "He must be deaf," Arla mused aloud. "I knew this was too good to be true. When that old man married me off, I thought I'd finally met my Prince Charming. Instead, he married me to someone deaf and dumb." Liam's voice cut through the silence, laced with a hint of warning. "Keep quiet," he said, gesturing for her to stop talking.