My Mute Bride Novels & Stories

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.

The groom put the ' MANGAL SUTRA ' on the bride's neck. ' MANGAL SUTRA ' is the sign of a married woman....Then the groom put the vermilion on the bride's forehead and the marriage completed.. Water drops came to Disha's eyes...as per plan of Shekhar Disha thought Raj would stop the marriage but here he said not a word... " I am married to Shekhar" Disha thought...but now it was too late so she had nothing to do without agreeing to the marriage... Every newly married couple took the blessings of the elders and god then they went to their first night room....

"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 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.

Her lips moved behind the fabric, muffled words escaping her throat, struggling to be heard. He leaned in closer. “Say it louder!” Her crown shimmered brightly. The silk pressed down harder against her mouth. Only a whisper slid out—delicate and weak. “Help me.” The First Bride tilted her head, her veil fluttering in the fierce wind while her smile widened. “She doesn’t need your flames, Fox. All she needs is the door. That’s what brides are meant for.” Vincent growled low in his throat, his chest trembling with anger. “She is not yours.”

And I, the fool, believed he loved me. I don’t know how long I cried in the forest, but it was getting dark. With no other choice, I got up from the rock and started walking. I could hear loud thunder, and soon the rain began to pour, soaking me completely. My wedding dress was now covered in mud, heavy with rainwater. I hadn’t even noticed when I lost my shoes. There was nothing left of the beautiful bride I had once been. In the distance, I saw the mansion. I was afraid to return, but somehow, I had to face this. When I arrived, none of the guests were there. I saw the guards running back and forth until Arlette spotted me.

The quiet path that had seemed harmless moments ago now feels suffocating. My pulse thunders in my ears. This is another dangerous situation. And judging by the way they're looking at me, I have a terrible feeling they aren't here for a friendly conversation. I quickly sign, "Please... I can talk to him. I can try to convince him." The two men stare at my hands before exchanging a look. A look that makes my stomach twist. Then one of them chuckles. "So, the rumors are true," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. "The Alpha's new bride is actually mute."

“Does that mean she is your mate? And should we expect a wedding?” “No and No.” He denies within a heartbeat, staring straight into the camera lens as if trying to make sure that I heard him loud and clear. I did. And I’m shattered. Just like me, the journalists have gone silent with shock and disbelief. Only the clicking sound of cameras and flashes can be heard from the TV. “The sixth bride might have broken the curse, but she is not my mate.” He adds and the human silence ensues for a short while.