Ride Or Die Couples Novels & Stories

Rufus snapped with indignation giving him a red color, but he was struggling to keep in control of his wrath. "None the less, once you found that you were a werewolf you should've searched for information about your story and your species! But that doesn't matter now! A Mated Lycan Couple is a werewolf and a vampire that found in each other their true mate, in the middle of the mating bond, they suffer some changes, but the most noticeable is the vampire that acquires the form of a Lycan, a half form of the wolf, but bigger, sharpest and deadliest. However, they have a weakness in each other, if one of the members of the couple dies, the other dies as well, so it's easier to kill the werewol

The shot hit the target and finally, the helicopter threw a bomb from the undead's direction. Duarrr! Criss walked up to Riski, he held Riski's head and found Riski had died. "Nope!" Criss shouted with a huge fire burning behind him. *flash disk on* "Honey, today I am very happy with you, because we are legally husband and wife," said Sarah looking at the face of her husband who was dressed in a white coat. "Yes honey, I'm also happy and I'm very grateful to have got a beautiful woman like you," Kenzo replied looking lovingly at Sarah who was wearing a wedding dress that matched the color of her dress.

Mara always claimed that our son's sickness had cost a lot of money, which affected the quality of her life. However, I won eight million dollars in the lottery. With that money, not only could we cure our son, but we would also still have plenty left. Besides, I was about to get a promotion and a raise. Our days were looking up. Why was she so adamant about joining Ian to betray me? Ian was already married. Did she think that if she joined forces with Ian, she could become his wife? Mara saw me standing there speechless. She thought I had nothing left to say.

"I don't have a ring right now but I want you to marry me again. This one is with you walking down the aisle in a white dress with everyone we love surrounding us. And we can swear at the altar that our love remains in sickness and health, for danger and pleasure. Rossie Delavigne Corporal, will you marry me again?" "H-How could I s-say no?" She sobs nonstop. "Yes! I do! I would marry you over and over again!" Jared kissed her hand stoop up and hugged her. Everyone clapped and got awed by the situation. It was like watching a first-hand play and everyone was happy. Rossie could never ask for a happy ever after that started from a couple of shots. But she was glad it happened.

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

A bite mark anywhere on the neck was reserved only for couples. When someone left a pack or was kicked out, the bite mark would fade. The only exception was for couples. That particular bite mark was meant for life. It was impossible to get rid of unless one of the couple died. Then it was a coin toss as to whether or not the other would survive the loss of their mate. 'Well, I doubt you'll have to worry about dying any time soon.' 'Shut up.'

I opened the video file I had recorded an hour ago. My face stared back at me pale, determined, and trembling. “My name is Sheila Drake,” I began in the recording, my voice steady despite the tightness in my throat. “I was declared dead a year ago in a fire set by my husband, Adrian Drake. What I’m about to share will expose the truth behind his empire, his company, and the blood he’s built it on.”

"Oh my god, you poor, deprived corporate soul! Michael Scofield? Lincoln Burrows? The tattoos? The genius jailbreak plans?! It is literally one of the most iconic, suspenseful shows in television history! How have you lived thirty years on this earth and never watched it?!" I looked down at her hand on my arm, a soft, incredibly warm smile spreading across my lips—a smile I had never worn in front of anyone else. It was entirely real. "I take it you want me to watch it with you," I murmured softly. "Want you to? It is now my civic duty as your contractual wife to educate you," she declared, pulling me along the path toward the bright, welcoming lights of the villa. "We are ordering junk food

“Real helpful.” He leaned back, eyes wide like he was recalibrating every life decision he’d ever made. “You’ve been grieving a woman who was literally alive, mated to another dude, and getting busy with him—” “I did not need the recap.” “—and now she’s actually your fated mate—” “Kingsley.” “—and you kidnapped her from her husband—” “I rescued her.” “—and now you’re flying her back to your territory like some dramatic Alpha version of a runaway bride plot.”

"But doesn't she have Mateo? They're the real couple. You're getting married tomorrow—why are you still clinging to them? My mom is dying. You're the only one who can help her. Joffrey, please..." Silence. With no other choice, I ran through the pouring rain to the plastic surgery clinic next door. The second I saw him, I collapsed at his feet, gripping his legs, my sobs raw and desperate. "Joffrey, I know I've been the only one in love all these years. But please, just this once—save my mom, if only because you're about to be my husband." A sharp voice cut through the moment. Nancy stood off to the side, smirking. "Lori, you're getting married tomorrow—can't you at least try to keep up appe