My Mute Bride Novels & Stories

I mumble as his face lights up. " You're going to wear dresses now. What a fashion change." he grins at me. " They are for my kitten. Go now." I growl. " Okay, okay." he huffs running away from me. I didnt know how should I take this news of Sagel being mute. I do like her , she is adorable and obedient but her being mute is going to create lots of obstacles in our life. I dont know what others will react if they know my mate is mute. Heck , they don’t even know I have a mate and the marriage with Adelia is also freaking the hell outta me. How am I going to handle this? Why is my life so fucked up ?

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

Courtney had spoken of? Bria Nixon let out a soft, musical chuckle. "It is fine. She has been delivered. But really... look at her. She looks half-starved. Bringing me such a tattered thing seems... inappropriate." The driver bowed again. "Miss Nixon, finding a rare breed is difficult enough. She is a mute, which makes her perfect for your... requirements. And yes, she is with pup. How you proceed with that is your choice." Avery stared at Bria. The woman’s gentleness felt like a mask. Why would a wealthy heiress from Ferelden be buying a pregnant mute on a highway?

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.

Muk Khai Khai to his bride, who was still in her wedding costume, and her veil covering her whole face and head. Mr. Muk Khai Khai sat down on his wedding bed, already completed with some red roses on it, and a piece of cloth of virginity blood on it. “I know you don’t love me... But I’ll make you love me in the days and time we’ll have been spending together later on, Xiu Mei...” The bride was still silent and stationary, sitting silently on the bed, with her quietness and quietude.

Who knew he was actually mute? [There's no way a family like the Clarkes would really marry their daughter to a mute.] Mute. Mute... Silently scrolling through the comments, I felt coldness spread through my body all over again. Finally unable to bear it anymore, I pulled out my suitcase. "Mr. Simpson, what are you doing?" I didn't have many belongings, so packing was quick. Since Madison had already decided to cancel the engagement, there was obviously no way I could continue staying at the Clarke residence.

Today, the man she had been forced to accept would become her husband. The wedding had been scheduled for the afternoon, to give her enough time to get ready. After a silent breakfast with her mother, the preparations began. An army of makeup artists and stylists had been invited to transform her into a gorgeous bride. Her hair had been washed, curled, and pinned into soft waves, with a few delicate strands framing her face. A thin silver tiara was gently tucked into the top of her hair. Her makeup was flawless — light enough to show her features, yet polished enough to hide the slight puffiness under her eyes from lack of sleep and the fading bruise on her cheek. Her lips were painted a pal

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.

It was bizarre, to say the least. The old me would've thought his gesture meant that I mattered to him, at least in some way. Now, I wouldn't even hire him to be the opening act for a cheap circus with abused animals. Zachary strode back to me and clamped a hand around my chin. He held up his phone with his other hand and pointed its camera at my face. "Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness."

the person said before ending the call. The woman who communicated in Morse code sighed, feeling her eyes sting with impending tears. Remembering how her husband professed love to his mistress was painful. She walked slowly to her room and paused at the large mirror in the hallway. The reflection showed a beautiful woman with slightly wavy brown hair, though her eyes were swollen from sadness. The blue of her eyes was unique, her figure slender—perhaps not as voluptuous as Sophia's, but well-proportioned. The blue-eyed woman was undeniably attractive, if not for the cruel disability caused by a childhood accident that left her mute. She communicated through sign language and Morse code, some