My Mute Bride Novels & Stories

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

"Hehe, since you don't have the ability to bring her back, you're just playing a brutal trick." He opened a can of beer as if he was venting his anger. Half of the can was emptied and he slammed it on the poor plastic table. He stared at Blake and seemed to think of something. He said, "What's the use of having a marriage certificate here?" " Little Mute is doing very well with Thomas. Maybe they have already registered a marriage overseas." His words successfully darkened Blake's face. His face was full of black air, and he said coldly, "She won't."

She started as we climbed down the stairs, and I figured she was showing me the house. Another thing he must have ordered them to do. But something was different as we walked. Eyes were on us, hushed whispers like the one back at Serene’s pack. They were looking at me, their eyes so judgy and so hard. The Alpha’s bride… She can’t speak? A mute Luna? How could a so-called princess be like that? I kept my head down, shame curling in my gut like smoke. The maid stopped in what I assumed to be the dining room, the table assorted with various fruits and breakfast.

If Rumeysa saw that she would pray for the ground to open up and bury her alive. While Muntaha was excited to spend his wedding night with his bride, she was scared. It would be her first time and it was bound to hurt. She played with her fingers trying to distract herself. A part of her was filled with anticipation. She wanted to meet her groom. The other part was scared. She didn't know how to react. It didn't take long for her question to be answered. Muntaha walked into the room with a Cup of hot chocolate. His strides were confident and steady. Making his way to his bride, he couldn't hide the grin. Finally, he could have her in any way he wanted.

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?”

“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—**

Enjoying the skin touching each other with a warm bath that makes them both feel relaxed. “Don't ever provoke me again, dear. Because I'm afraid I can't hold it in. Pounce on you because of the desire to have you completely. After you graduate, we will get married immediately." said Breandon. Mutiara who heard her heart was really very happy. He hopes that God will ease everything until that time comes. The time when Breandon proposed to her as a wife.

"Can you listen for a second? I'll tell you why the bride is not Clarice. First, her name is Charice Evans. If she is indeed Clarice do you think she will stay silent and not take revenge on us? Her husband is the leader of a powerful rogue pack. They could easily wage war against our pack or hire snipers to kill us. But she didn't do that. And last but not least, they invited us to attend the wedding. If she was Clarice she would never have invited us. Do you understand now?" "I understand, but I can't help it. I'm still bothered by her voice," Aurelia said anxiously. "Stop worrying so much. Let's just enjoy the party," Kaspar said casually. "I'm not planning to ruin my awesome experience t

the bride here wasn't his mate. Dama cleared her throat twice, "Greetings to the entire family!" She started, looking around under her veil except for her mate. "Permit me to toast to I and the Prince's upcoming wedding ceremony after this, with a wine." She smiled, placing a big jar on the table. Prince Henkel was on smiles as he listened to her voice which seemed like a particular beautiful bird was singing on top of a very beautiful tree while his half brother, Prince Danks has to restrain his wolf from growling out loud upon hearing the bride's voice - why does it sound the same?

] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy. [Survival is not easy. Please keep working hard.] The ghost bride's name really was Ximena. I glanced at the top of her head. There was a gaping hole, and inside it sat a rusty nail. A chill ran down my spine. However, that brief hesitation was enough for Ximena's expression to turn icy. "Guards. Cut this groom into pieces and serve him to the guests." Not far away, a bloated, grotesque puppet slowly sharpened the blade in its hand. The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves.