The Forsaken Bride Book Novels & Stories

It had the Blackwell seal. She thought it was about her job. Maybe an offer for catering. But when she opened it her hands shook. Inside was a contract. A marriage contract. Her eyes ran over the words. Her name. Damian’s name. Darius’s name. Two signatures waiting for hers. Two husbands. One bride. Her body went cold. She thought it was a cruel joke. But then a man in a black suit appeared Damian’s assistant telling her that both brothers were waiting for her answer. She wanted to refuse. She wanted to scream. But how do you refuse the richest, most feared men in the city?

Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would give their last inheritance to wear a designer like this. Vera smirked. This was exactly why she was here. The joy swelling in her chest felt almost holy. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the officiator began. Didi had chosen her nephew, another pompous man who wore arrogance like a tailored suit. “We have gathered here today to witness the solemnization of my good friend, Charles Donovan, and my favorite niece, Dally Shawn. The two lovebirds who, against all odds, found their way to each other—” Vera snorted.

“Which is exactly why this is happening.” That made Elara pause. "What? How? Why?" Felix continued, his tone maddeningly calm, almost reverent. “You can say that... He’s proud.” The word landed wrong. Elara blinked. “Proud of what?” Lisa leaned forward, her eyes glittering, and her voice dropping conspiratorially like she was sharing the punchline to a private joke. “That he stole someone’s bride on her wedding day.” Felix nodded, entirely serious now. “Stole her! Married her!! Lives with her now!!!”

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

Skin against skin, we gave into the pull—raw, aching, inevitable. Her name on my lips. My name on hers. The forest bore witness to our undoing. And in the depths of that night, I didn’t know her name. Didn’t know her pack. But her body remembered mine. And mine? I was ruined by hers. Even if fate didn’t give a damn

Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha (Book 1) Marked By The Shadowed Alpha (Book 2) 🌹 ONCE, HE BEGGED FOR HER LOVE. NOW IN THIS LIFE, SHE BEGS FOR HIS 🌹 Written By Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella). My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora. They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from. But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

Alpha Rowan's voice carries across the gathering, his formal robes rustling in the evening breeze. "We have gathered today to witness the joining of Damon Aidenson and Freya Blackwood. As Alpha of this pack, I honor the Moon Goddess by officiating these sacred rites. May she bless this union as she has blessed our pack for generations." I smile at the mention of the Moon Goddess. She heard my plea, though not exactly as I'd hoped. My mark tingles as Damon's hand brushes against it. Our hands join before the pack, ancient words of binding flowing between us. The ceremony ends with our kiss, and I melt into him. To be chosen, to be loved - it overwhelms me and for the moment I forget my predic

“First, those divorce papers you saw? Forged. Down to the notary’s stamp. The guy was paid off to backdate them.” My breath hitched. “Forged?” I said and wondered why I was surprised after all, I was surronded by a bunch of con men and women. Why did I expect Cassian to be anything different? “Second, the medical file you saw that was used as proof she was pregnant before you returned? The OB was bribed. Cash deposit from an offshore account. Statement altered to make it seem like she had prenatal appointments before she even knew she was pregnant.” I closed my eyes, stomach lurching. Why do I always fall for these people useless games? Twice I have fallen for these and twice, it has made me

So I simply collected a glass of champagne from the edge of the tower making up a fountain before glaring at my fiance and swallowing it down quickly. From the outside looking in Andrew Fraser was a dream for any young girl to find viable for a marriage prospect-forced or not. He was the heir to a whiskey fortune, educated, and handsome enough. But for those who knew him as I did, being bound to him for any duration was a sentence. I was without a choice as it was time to pay my dues as a Brady. It didn't mean I had to smile. At least not all of tonight.