The Virgin Suicides Plot Novels & Stories

This time, she didn't get up. "You monster," I breathed. "Monster?" He laughed, high-pitched and sharp. "No, sweet child. I'm simply a man who understands duty. The blood moon demands a virgin sacrifice, and he grows... restless when kept waiting." He gestured to his soldiers. "Take her." Rough hands seized my arms, hauling me toward the door. The last thing I saw was my mother's broken form sprawled across the cold floor, one hand reaching helplessly toward her daughter.

"You really have no shame. You dumped him, and now you're calling to harass Adrian again? Give up. I'm the only one who'll end up with Adrian. "Those so-called 'true love tests' were just something I made up to fool him. I originally wanted to scare you off, but you just had to hold on until now. You even dragged your own mother into this." Vivian hung up with a wildly arrogant laugh. When I called back, the number was already disconnected. I clenched my fists and threw my phone hard against the wall. Back in my hometown, I set up a simple mourning hall and placed my mother in a coffin.

Rayna sat back down hesitantly, clearly still unsettled. Serena, shifting the conversation, brought up a familiar topic. “I met with Mr. Thoriq today. He showed me a script about a girl battered by fate who turns into a killer. It’s dark, psychological… haunting. The Vanderbilt Group is looking to fund it as a suspense series. Every chapter reads like a chess match.” The moment Serena mentioned the script, Rayna flinched. Her fingers tightened around her knees. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

“Just get out of my sight right now before I completely lose my mind.” My breath hitched painfully as I turned around and stepped out of the house. Was she ever going to calm down and listen to me?? Because I know for a fact I’m not pregnant, unless there’s such a thing as a *Pregnant Virgin which I know damn well doesn’t exist. I was going to find out what was happening here and most importantly, find out who was trying to ruin my life. Because one thing was certain… Virgins don’t get pregnant, so somebody was lying.

"So if I understand correctly you didn't find your second mate chance?" He shakes his head and continues his story. "Violet killed herself the night Alpha James rejected her and it was Vivian who found her when she got back from our date." I am speechless. I can't imagine the pain Vivian must have felt that night. First, her mate takes her virginity and rejects her right away and when she comes home, broken, she finds the lifeless body of her twin. I can't suppress the feeling of horror. "Poor girl. She must have gone crazy."

it will be over. I am no longer a virgin. And what it means for him ... could well cost my life.

Chapter 2 Juliet She stared at the report, speechlessly. Her eyes were wide in saucers staring at the paper like it was a call from Lucifer . “I am a virgin, then how can I be pregnant, why are you accusing me with a false report? The people started gossiping. They stared at her like she was the resident of a mental asylum and came there by mistake.

Collapsing into a chair, I pondered on what steps to take next. As thoughts of eliminating Sophie filled my mind, Ramon's name lingered. He was my cousin and an expert in disposing of unwanted individuals – if you catch my drift. Ramon, I need her out of my way. Just help me," I pleaded when discussing Sophie over the phone. Initially resistant, he eventually relented and agreed to assist me. I was delighted and my heart soared when he informed me that they had successfully captured her. Although I had planned on seeing her myself but got sidetracked by an emergency situation earlier on and left immediately I came; now it seemed killing her would not go as smoothly as expected due to Ramon's

A list that I would cross off one by one. Revenge wasn’t going to be loud or messy. It was going to be clean, silent, and precise. Like a knife sliding under silk. Later that night, as the music softened, Mike’s wife made her move. From the moment I woke up, she is no longer my mother and she is no one but Mike's wife. She approached me with a bright smile, her eyes twinkling with false warmth. “Oh, Miss Williams! We’re wearing the same dress,” she laughed. “Isn’t that funny? We should take a picture together. The media would love it.”

Every muscle in his face went still—too still. Fear clawed at the edges of her mind, but she shoved it down. There was no space for trembling hands or second thoughts—not now. This moment had always been inevitable. Crossing paths with Alexandria was written in the fine print the day she said yes to Lazare. The woman was more than just his mother—she was a storm dressed in silk and secrets. Vlada straightened her spine, her heels echoing with purpose. She wasn't the same girl they once dismissed, the one they broke in silence and left to bleed behind closed doors. That version of her was gone—buried beneath the wreckage of broken promises and cold betrayals.