Ride Or Die Couples Novels & Stories

Riki blinked. "Hmm...sure, that sounds good," Odette smiled. "Wait! In honor of our quest to Transylvania: Have you ever heard the story of the female vampire and male werewolf who fell in love with each other? They had to fight the opposition of their families and other people, they even lost friends but in the end they got married and lived happy together for a time." "Yes?" I asked. "But tragedy came when the werewolf died suddenly the day they celebrated 25 years of marriage," Odette faux-frowned. "Does anyone know why?" We looked around.

"I'm only yours to love and yours to kill, Sofiya." "No dying now, Vlad. Only after I die." Like most vampire-werewolf couples, we had a pact. Since vampires were immortal and werewolves were not, we had decided that once I die, Vlad would kill himself so we would be together in the afterlife. Every couple did it. It sounded crazy but it was better than living with the pain of being without your mate for the rest of eternity. He smiled in the way he usually did when he agreed with me and then gave me a toe-curling kiss, sending sparks zapping through my entire body. I let out a grunt when Valeralyn kicked hard, wanting some love too.

Either the information delivered to her was false or her lords were manipulative bastards. “Lords must be waiting for you, let’s go, my lady,” I nodded, motioning for her to lead the way. With Ezra and Veles, our bonds were made and secured. However I shared a fair amount of time with Theodore, but we still hadn’t consummated our marriage. But only with Ezra and Veles, I felt a rush of courage and strength in me. So, the rumours were true. Nitholircans do share their essence with their soulmates.

His mate was in so much pain and grief that she ended up taking a drop of his blood to kill herself. This actually happens pretty often with mated couples. When one dies it leaves the other empty, soulless. They often can’t go on alone, and if they do manage to stay alive they aren’t the same person. They are literally dead on the inside; because of that it often drives the person mad. They become irrational and extremely violent.

Judith's gaze was complicated, but she eventually said, "I promised Stanley that as long as he donated his kidney to you, I wouldn't divorce him. He'll always be my husband. Zac, I'll always love and protect you as if you were my own brother." Zachary's eyes reddened. "Judith, we have feelings for each other. I don't want to be your brother. I want to be your husband." When Dad saw his beloved son tear up, he was heartbroken. "Judith, you and Zac are clearly meant for each other. Your marriage to Stanley was a mistake from the start. Paula and I agree that you should divorce him and be with Zac." Mom immediately chimed in. "A loveless marriage only produces a miserable couple. If it makes yo

I stood by the entrance so long an elderly woman nearby asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?" When I said Unit 202, her face lit up. "Oh, that family! They're so in love. They invited the whole building to their wedding. The other day, Ryan had a stomachache, and his wife rushed right over from a meeting. She was worried sick." The more she spoke, the more animated she became. Just then, the door opened. "Ryan Murphy, right? Let's talk." I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. But there, in the foyer, more evidence of their love story greeted me. Travel photos of the two of them hung everywhere.

We even spent a couple weeks at a time just in our shifter forms in the woods. But above all, we met some couples who were real fated mates. Such a thing so rare anymore, most didn’t believe in it. I didn’t know what I believed in, but love? Fuck love. The only love I have is for Mags, and I like it that way. She’s proven herself to be loyal, to be real family and I’d do anything for her. *I smell bacon. Let’s eat and hit Clover since you were a bitch last night,* Mick says, yawning.

"Shut up! What matters more—someone's life or your camping trip?" I never expected Rebecca to slap me across the face. That slap was her answer: camping mattered more. She shouted furiously, "I'm so sick of you! After Ryan gets married, we're getting a divorce!" With that, she grabbed Chase's hand and walked away without looking back. … The slap left me stunned. By the time I snapped out of it and tried to go after them, the phone with the shattered screen on the ground started ringing. It was Ryan's fiancée.

"She was in pain every day. I saw it with my own eyes..." The screen switched to another file, a recorded phone call. The timestamp was from a week ago. Vivienne's voice filled the room, light and cheerful, completely lacking her usual feigned weakness. "Your Majesty, Wolf King, the plan is proceeding smoothly." "How are things on Isolde's end?" a gruff male voice asked. "She's dying," Vivienne laughed, her tone demonic. "The Blood Blight, with no cure. She won't last more than a few days. I have Miles completely wrapped around my finger. He'll do anything to protect me, his 'innocent little victim.'"

Two couples that came for a retreat and got exactly what we came seeking… to spice up our marriages. FUCK!