My Mute Bride Novels & Stories

At the age of sixteen and a half, Gianna had mostly mastered the ability to control her temper. We were escorted into the changing area by the store owner. Umberto and the other guy remained in front of the closed drapes. Mother sat down on the comfortable white sofa with Lily and Gianna and started looking through the exhibit of bridal dresses. In the center of the room, I was standing. My throat tightened at the sight of all the white tulle, silk, gossamer, and brocade and what it symbolized. I would soon be a married lady. The walls of the changing room were covered with love quotes, which seemed insulting given the stark reality of my situation. What was love if not a foolish dream? I fe

I barked. " I need to come and get her away from you. You can't keep her there like that. " He said. " No!! I can keep her wherever I want. We are married and are on a honeymoon. So don't disturb. We were enjoying special moments. " I said. " Don't you dare, Dhruv? I will kill you. " He yelled. " Sorry bro, you are late... I have already dared. And as I told you we are on a honeymoon, please don't disturb us. My bride is waiting for me. Bye. " I said.

Padraig sat behind his young wife as she dangled her bare feet over the edge of the rock face into the water. Pin by pin he took the braid out of her hair and let the dark waves flow down her back. She liked her hair up. He liked it down. She would get used to the feel of it. Already she wasn't protesting that he was undoing it.

I heard all they said about you Isolde but I don’t think you’re cursed and now you’re about to marry Ronan he needs a wife and an heir to carry down his lineage. Ronan is hot tempered, rude and sassy and yes he cannot speak, his mute but dangerous as well don’t try to get on his nerves play the perfect wife, obey his instructions, and observe his instructions and with time I think you would learn to communicate with him more be obedient Isolde don’t make me think that I chose the wrong girl. Blake's words sounded more like a warning but yet I said nothing and nodded my head and the curtains came off. I was standing right in front of the most beautiful decorated garden with more than 100 peop

Even Lucio, his wolf, was over eager just to be near her. “Hm,” Alpha Markus sat back, observing the group before him as he considered the new knowledge. She couldn’t speak? Finding his Luna’s sister had taken so much of their resources, but finding that she was mute, that had to be the Goddess rewarding him for his dedication to the cause. If they hadn’t heard the rumours that Lisette’s parents had escaped the massacre, they would never have found the young girl sitting before him. “Well, even so, she’ll want to see her sister today. I’ll introduce them after dinner, I should think,” he murmured just loud enough to be heard. She nodded emphatically at his words. “Very well then, afte

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

I had spent five years begging silently for even a fraction of that softness. “They look so good together.” The clapping started immediately. My stomach twisted violently. Nobody in this room knew I was Vincent’s wife. Nobody. To them, I was probably just his mute secretary standing there looking stupid while another woman got proposed to. I bit down hard on my lower lip to stop it from trembling. But the memories came rushing back anyway. “She’s mute. Why would I marry her?!” Vincent’s furious voice echoed inside my head from five years ago. I remembered standing silently in my father’s office while Vincent argued like I was some burden being forced onto him.

Rai’s POV She tried to push me back with her tiny hands on my chest, but I didn’t budge. “How did you make the Braciole, Reina?” I asked, still crowding her space. Her lips quivered as she raised her hands to sign to me. Shit. I had forgotten. She couldn’t speak. I watched her with a fascinated look as she moved her fingers, speaking to me in the only way she could. When she was done, she looked at me like I had understood, but I only stared at her.

Beverly could hear Diro's footsteps behind her, could hear him calling her name, but she slammed their bedroom door and collapsed against it, sliding down until she was sitting on the cold marble floor. "If you step out of that door," Faye's voice carried clearly through the wood, "I will never marry you. I'll stop giving you everything I give you. You cannot just leave a sweet, beautiful girl like me to chase after that pathetic mute skank." Beverly pressed her hands harder against her mouth, her whole body shaking with silent sobs. "Look at my body," Faye continued, her voice seductive and commanding. "Look at me, Diro. You want to leave all this perfection to go comfort that broken little

Her eyes dart toward the curtain, hardly a soundproof barrier between us and the women beyond it, and she lowers her voice. “Do you know what happens at the mating ceremony?” I shake my head slightly; if I move it too much, the dizziness is going to come back. She breathes in sharply then goes back to adjusting the neckline and of the t.e have plenty and f room to let this out, so it lands all to see a bride spilling out of her robe on the way to the chamber.”