My Mute Bride Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

If the only way out of this marriage was money, then I would find a way to earn money, on my own, with skills that belonged entirely to me and owed nothing to anyone’s approval. I thought about the certification sitting untouched in an old folder for six years, the one my mother had never once asked about, the one that existed because I’d wanted it, quietly, before I understood that wanting things quietly was the only kind of wanting I was allowed. That was where I started. Bridge City Interpreting occupied a clean, unremarkable suite on the second floor of an office building on the north side, not flashy enough to have its name lit up outside, not small enough to be a single desk crammed in

I'll be offended if you don't after that little threat of bankrupting me. Oh, my fucking- Was he even listening to me? Me: I hate you. Sure, it was childish to send that to him, but I couldn't give two fucks about that in my rage. He was frustrating, and he made me want to pull my hair out of my scalp. Aleksei: I heard it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, so I'll see you at the altar. Fucking kill me now. I glared at the screen, envisioning his severed head lolling a few feet away from his unmoving body, a pool of blood gathering around his...

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

He has her hair and my stubborn frown, and he’s already trying to shift before he can even count to ten. Inside, Valeria is laughing, really laughing, with our eldest, who just brought home a bruised arm and a bruised ego from training. She’s thirteen, fierce, and entirely her mother’s daughter. I hear Valeria call her “little Luna,” and the girl doesn’t roll her eyes. Not once. She was our little surprise from the other realm when we sealed our bond. I guess, in a way, she was our gift from death to make things better. Then came our middle child, who wants to spar with our oldest, instead of Valeria.

Which was the face of a happy bride. I shut my eyes even tighter to stop the eyes that wanted to fall, I tightened them more to see if I could find the face of mama there telling me it will be fine but I saw nothing. I knew mama would be rolling in her grave at the sight of this unholy matrimony happening to her 12 years old child . I opened my eyes to look around to see if I could catch a glimpse of either of my brothers only to see that they had left the house already I was led out of the house to the even more imposing white Land Rover my new husband had been chauffeured in, almost my entire neighborhood had clamored outside, waiting to catch a glimpse of the spectacle.

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?

Who then gave them that impression that the runaway bride latter came back? Rohan? No! Rohan only instructed his assistant to get a wedding gown that has a heavy vile, which eventually covered the face of the bride, the body features of the two girls were almost the same only their faces were different. So the congregant in the church auditorium including Madam Hamati got the impression by themselves or from the social media that the bride latter came back. Madam Vivian Hamati was not only confused because of the apparent change in bride, but was also confused because to her ‘the young woman looked so much like madam Julia Bon-Hwa’ she was thinking this in her heart.

he lied, blocking his wolf from surfacing. Dax could see the look of confliction in Wendy's eyes. She didn't trust him, but the bond was drawing her to him. "Don't pretend like you don't know Emma is my girlfriend," he said, his voice noticeably calm and trying to seduce her. Wendy was beautiful. If only she wasn't a mute. How would Dax present a mute Luna to the Wolfen Council of elders as his mate? The other wolf packs would laugh at him.