Romance Novels With Virgin Heroines Novels & Stories

I had never thought blushing would make a woman this lovelier until now. "You heard all that Victoria said, you are not the type of girl I move around with. I like them blonde, with curves in the right places, leggy and gorgeous." I stared from her hair down to her legs and then to her face, "You're hardly any of that." Raven shoved at my chest, "That's good to know because I do not think of you in any way you might have been. You are not the kind of man I'd move with—" "Yet, you let me take your virginity. You said you found me worthy," I reminded her. "In that case, I am your ideal man."

he grunted, something dark passing over his face. I didn't speak because what the hell would I even say to that? Settling between my thighs, I gasped as he pushed his thick cock against my opening. Panic shot through me, and his eyes narrowed on my pinched features. He snorted, thrusting into my body. A scream ripped from my lungs, and he went still, pushing his arms up to stare down at me. "What the fuck, Braelyn?" he growled. I looked away from him as his men turned, inhaling the unmistakable scent. Virgin blood smelled different from regular blood, which was once considered a prize given to only a true soul mate.

“Maybe you and your mother can join him there too. It will be such a happy union.” The preacher’s loud voice slices through the moment but I cannot shake the feeling that has trapped me in the moment. I look toward my maid of honor, Angela, who had to fly in early this morning. She shakes her head slowly and motions for me to smile. There are a bunch of people watching and to the Bookers, their reputation is everything. The exchange of vows run on smoothly if we are not counting the late arrival of Teddy’s mistress, Violet. The woman from last night. Her heels reverberate around the chapel as she saunters in, draped in a provocative lace dress.

The sudden, crushing tightness of her body stopped me dead in my tracks. A cold spike of adrenaline shot through my veins, shattering the haze of my arousal. I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs like a sledgehammer. Are you a virgin? The realization had hit me like a physical blow. When she gave that small, shy nod, looking away from me with a burning blush, a wave of pure horror and protectiveness washed over me. I tried to pull back immediately. A girl like her—pure, untainted by the filth of the world I lived in—deserved a fairy tale. She deserved romance, not a rough, desperate encounter in a safehouse cellar with a man who had more scars than memories. But then she grabbed my arms

Isabella paced the length of the living room, her fingers trembling as she clutched a crumpled newspaper. Every line screamed the same nightmare: Damian Knight bride is no virgin… she was bought, used, and discarded in Russia. The words burned into her mind like acid, each one a jagged shard cutting through the fragile calm she had managed to build around her heart. She could still hear the soft echoes of Damian’s laughter from their wedding night, the tender way he had held her close as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And now, all of that seemed fragile, like a glass sculpture on the edge of a cliff.

Dead wrong but at least she has become the damsel in distress and her vampire hero is also a prince dead set on making her his. Pretty rude how he never gave a proper proposal or mention marriage in mind. As much as having good meal, beautiful dresses and jewellery sounds very appealing, Rosa was very dedicated to her church teachings. She would never give herself that easily just for the sake of having all this treasures or just to gain Armand’s approval. Unlike most girls, she was a bit of an old fashion and wanted things to be as proper as it can and one of it is making sure her virginity will only be lost or given to the man she call husband.

That's a question I'm afraid of and have doubts about. "No, he treats me as if..." "You were his fallen angel from heaven," she interrupts me, resting her chin on my shoulder. "You're the virgin, I'm sure he can't find a way to enjoy your new body, you're a virgin to him, no one has touched you, do you know what that means?" I shake my head and she smiles. "My love, that means you're his."

“You're wrong about me, maybe you're used to having as many women as you want, but there are also women who look at those things and I think that's why I'm still a Virgin, for waiting for the man who wants to be with a woman like me, full of flaws. "America, at first I thought it was your joke, but are you really a Virgin?" She approached me seductively. “That's right, if you think I'm good, and if not, I don't have to lie, besides that man will realize that I'm not lying when he gives me completely. "I think you're missing out on something good." He reached his hand down there, instantly massaging it. What happens? I looked quickly elsewhere, sometimes Dalton acted in a daring way.

Leonardo asked, sounding quite amused, and the lady hopefully nodded her head in response. "And is there anything special about being a virgin?" Leonardo asked, and the lady kept quiet as she had no response to offer him. "Every woman here was once a virgin, and you're just like the rest of the women in this hellhole who are being fucked; the only difference here is that you haven't been fucked yet", he said, his voice sounding cold and cruel. "Even if you're a virgin, I'm still going to have my men fuck you. Although I will advise my men to take it easy on you and make it memorable", he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

Through the bond, I could feel everything she was experiencing—the dizzying rush of her sudden freedom, the fading remnants of her exhaustion, and a deep, overwhelming wave of love that was meant entirely for me. The heat between us boiled over, shifting from a desperate hunger into a beautiful, consuming passion. I stripped away the last of our barriers, wanting nothing between us but skin and soul. As I positioned myself over her, a sudden wave of sweet, untouched innocence washed through the bond. I paused, looking down into her eyes, realization hitting me with a powerful jolt. She was a virgin. I was her first. Nobody had ever touched her, ever held her, or ever known the treasures hidd