The Captive Bride Novels & Stories

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

A couple more weeks and my fate will be sealed. Nana leaves the kitchen and I put the card back into the drawer. I will not be purchasing any clothing items with Javier's money. It defeats the whole purpose of me being here. Even though it has a nice touch in my head, we're not a couple. He has someone else. Nor am I a permanent member of his household. I'm just his captive. When he returns, I'll simply return his card. Having decided, I turn back to start airing the potatoes when Sofia walks into the kitchen. Her blonde hair is in perfectly loose curls, framing the intricate details of her well defined face. She's gorgeous.

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.

I licked it more. “Damn it, Janiyah…shit!” He stood up and kissed me, he was getting wild so I returned all his kisses. I was surprised when he picked me up as a bride. "Where will we go? We haven't finished showering yet," I said as we exited the bathroom. "I can't take it anymore, I want you to ride on me."

I’m quite scared of what to do and what not to do as I kept following behind them. We reached near a mountain almost the border of the village. The woman looked around, I immediately hid myself behind the big rock. She then brought the bride to a place looked like a stage she then tied the bride in that stage. She tied the bride’s hands above her head and her legs wide apart. Remembering the village elders saying sacrifice, I feared that the bride will be slaughtered and given as a sacrifice. That woman sprinkled some dark colour liquid over the bride. The bride who was silent for all this time suddenly made a loud scream.

When she’s almost on top of me, I shift to my corporeal form, grab the human from her, and cast him aside, wincing slightly as he hits the wall with a dull thud, before I yank Simone into a bedroom and slam the door shut behind me. There’s a human captive in this room, and far from being deterred by the abrupt halt to her rampage, my bride turns on her. I don’t stop her. Instead, I stand back and allow Simone to bite the old woman. Snarling and drooling like a deranged werewolf, my bride sinks her fangs into the human’s neck. The little old woman doesn’t make a sound. She is resigned to her fate. “Stop,” I say, my voice calm, but filled with all the authority of her creator and master.

“Baby, I am still their captive. And I will never leave you. I had a plan, something I wanted to get done so I can have you with me.” “Papa is marrying me out.” “What?” I say in shock. “You're barely 18.” “Well, he thinks it's best I start my life with my husband. He tried convincing the Donovan’s to accept me in your replacement, but their head said no. I am marrying into the Russian Bratva.” Russians. “Hold on a sec,” I say to her, then looking for Achilles. He sees me and starts walking towards us. “Achilles, my papa is marrying her out.”

"He is the King." "He is a thief," Benjamin snapped, his gaze never leaving the screen. "He stole what was mine." The music swelled, and the camera angle changed to capture the entrance of the bride. Emma appeared at the cathedral doors, a vision in white silk and silver embroidery, her dark hair elegantly arranged beneath a crown of white gold and sapphires. She stood for a moment, framed in the doorway with Elijah beside her, her green eyes bright with an emotion that was unmistakably joy.

"Can you listen for a second? I'll tell you why the bride is not Clarice. First, her name is Charice Evans. If she is indeed Clarice do you think she will stay silent and not take revenge on us? Her husband is the leader of a powerful rogue pack. They could easily wage war against our pack or hire snipers to kill us. But she didn't do that. And last but not least, they invited us to attend the wedding. If she was Clarice she would never have invited us. Do you understand now?" "I understand, but I can't help it. I'm still bothered by her voice," Aurelia said anxiously. "Stop worrying so much. Let's just enjoy the party," Kaspar said casually. "I'm not planning to ruin my awesome experience t

I remember the day I saw her, from her window, that was the day I knew she was my mate, I felt the mate bond and I was so excited, I went to her father to discuss so business when I felt the mate bond pull and the sweet scent of strawberries, i followed the scent and then I mate her, I know she won’t feel it now because she is not of age. So I told her father I wanted to marry her and promised to compensate him dearly with money and properties , at first I thought he will refused because of my bad reputation and the rumors about me nor that he has any power to tell me not to marry his daughter, I just don’t want to forcefully marry his daughter without his consent, but to my greatest surpri