The Titan Bride Novels & Stories

At the three street rogues who had just defied his ancient pull. His white eyes burned brighter. "You survived the Titan birth," he said, and his voice didn't come from his mouth. It echoed directly inside my skull, bypassing my ears entirely and rattling around in my brain like a caged animal. "You are the first vessel strong enough to not shatter." Vane tightened his grip on his broadsword, stepping slightly in front of me. "She isn't a vessel, giant. She's our Queen." "She is my primordial bride," the First Alpha answered coldly, his white eyes never leaving mine. "And you have exactly ten seconds to drop my wife."

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

"Restrain her." The Titan King wasted no more time on words. The dynasty required an heir. If the bride could not conceive, he deemed it his personal responsibility to rectify the situation. At his signal, the maids stripped Snow White bare and placed her upon the ceremonial dais. She lay there, her knees drawn up, her hips trembling. Despite her attempts to resist, she was no match for the strength of the Titans. "Lush and ripe for the taking. I see traces of seed still upon you. Which of my sons did you bed before coming to see me?"

Iris checks the babies again before meeting him in the hall. “Baby,” Iris melts into her mate. “I’m so glad you are home.” Titan listens as Iris fills him in on all that has gone on. “My sister Ariel is alive and is Adrain’s mate,” Titan blurts out as she gets to the part about Sabrina meeting Zion. “Whoa, you have a sister?” Iris asks, stepping back. “Yeah. I thought she died with my parents,” Titan tells her. “They are marked and fully mated.” “Okay,” Iris nods and then tells him about her encounter with Poseidon.

I shout. "Yes," he nods, his tone calm and even. "and likely Gideon's "match" and my "bride." "Bride?" "Faerie bride," he grins widely. “My very own Titania.”

You never know who would show up next around here in Creepville. Lady Cain has been pacing and talking to herself. She hops by her freeing the Titans she can get in Lucius's good grace and he'd choose her to be his bride. "Power. I'll rule the world and those Greek fools would bow down to me. Especially Aphrodite. I heard she's the most beautiful woman ever. I'll have to see that for myself."

she says as she points at a big building connected to the main building. She was currently showing me the outside of the mansion. Gosh, Hunter is so rich. Even after all this, he couldn't forget the money my father owes him. Remembering my father and what he said this morning makes me really sad. "Lauren are listening " Maria taps me. Yeah, that's her name and she told me she's Italian-American. She said she doesn't tell anyone this because if she did, she's sure Hunter would not have approved giving her a job. And it Suprises her since they always do a background check before hiring them.

I am Aria Vitale. I am the director of the Vitale Foundation and a member of the operational board and the woman who tends the garden called Tuesday and the mother of a girl who is going to know from the earliest age that the world is full of things worth building if you are willing to be patient with them. I did not choose the beginning of this story. I chose everything after it. I would choose it all again. Every chapter. The difficult ones too. Especially those. End of The Vitale Bride

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”