My Mute Bride Novels & Stories

Sexy " he mutters kissing the hollow of my breast. He send his hand to my back taking them off, my erect pink nipples pop out of the bra staring right to his face. I moan when he took one of them in his mouth, sucking it and rubbing his tongue on it. My pussy was screaming, I was dripping wet. He left it and take the second one into his mouth grazing my breast with his teeth, then suck on it. "Oh my... Shit! " I moan aloud. He stopped sucking my breast, he bring his lips to my neck and kiss me giving me hickey. I flutter my eyes open, he gotta stop giving me hickeys what if someone sees it. My mom. "Hunter " I called and he stopped. "Hunter, if we are getting married tomorrow, my mom must be

The bride who was silent for all this time suddenly made a loud scream. The woman immediately took a drum nearby and started beating it in rhythm followed by I heard more drums noise coming from village. As soon as the sounds heard, the woman looked at the bride and smirked with satisfaction and started leaving the place. What is happening? Who is she and what did she do to that bride? Just then I saw a dark cloud forming above the head of the bride becoming big by seconds covering her. Then the bride’s begging cries turning into a muffled sound started coming out.

Marcus stared at me, his face white. "You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence." The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen. And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes. Fear. "The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."

In the center of the room sat a little girl, hugging her knees, her long hair covering her face. I walked closer. “Who are you?” She didn’t answer. I crouched before her. “My name is Alika. Are you... the one in the necklace?” Slowly, she raised her head. And I screamed. Half of her face was beautiful, pale, with wide eyes and soft lips. But the other side—burned, melted like wax. “I’m... the bride who never married,” she whispered. I wanted to ask more. But the floor of bone cracked. I reached out to grab her, but her body turned to mist—slipping through my fingers.

This was the bounding and illusion eroding to reveal the true form of the bride, shocking everyone in the room, making the two men stop fighting and observing the change happen. The bride continued squealing as the form began to change, and soon, she revealed herself to be a large Sow in the wedding clothing. Breathing heavily as the change was very taxing, she looked upon the humans before her and wondered what she did to deserve such treatment. This surprised everyone in the room; the bride was a female pig, and suddenly, there was a voice in the room. “This is a small punishment for trying to take my wife from me. Did you really think I would allow you to take what is rightfully mine?” Th

I stared longer than I should’ve, trying to decode her silence, to dig beneath the surface. Whatever was happening today, it wasn’t just shaking the bride. It was tearing down everything that stood around her. "It’s been so long since I had a cock inside my cunt. I’m starving for it, almost dying for you to take me.” The voice from the speakers cut through the tension in the hall again, yanking everyone's attention toward the altae and the giant screen behind the would-be couple. All eyes shifted there. Hushed murmurs died down, replaced by a heavy silence. One thick with disbelief and anticipation.

The screen switched to the intimate photos Victoria had secretly taken during their Iceland trip—Marcus passed out drunk while Victoria posed beside him, her hand on his chest, her lips near his ear. The timestamp showed they were taken during Alice's final hours, while I was desperately calling for help. Marcus stood alone on the altar, his face cycling through shock, humiliation, and dawning understanding. The officiant beside him was also at a loss for words, clutching his Bible like a lifeline. "Turn it off!" someone shouted from the crowd. "Where's the bride?" another voice called out. The missing murderer bride, the groom entangled with his patient, his hands still bandaged from protec

If only the age gap weren't an issue, I'd marry him! Regaining her composure, Jade continued. "That's excellent. You're a perfect match for the prettiest girl in our village!" Detecting something amiss, Jade eyed Evan suspiciously. "You haven't said a word, handsome. Are you mute? If that's the case, it might complicate things. According to our customs, a mute groom will need to pay extra for the wedding. We're talking at least 100,000 dollars!" Evan sneered and shot her a cold look. "Is 100,000 dollars too little? How about 1,000,000 dollars?"

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.