The Virgin Vs The Chad Novels & Stories

Just… pre-exam jitters! Maeve just arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, entirely unconvinced. "Uh-huh. Sure. Well, I’ll go first then. I hooked up with Chad." The room went dead silent. Tess and I slowly turned our heads to look at her. "Chad Chad?" Tess asked, her voice hushed. "The… chlamydia Chad?" Maeve rolled her eyes so hard I worried they’d get stuck. "That was a rumor spread by his psycho ex-girlfriend. It’s not true. And yes, before you ask, we used a condom."

Alpha Cyrus nodded, acknowledging Khal's surrender. Alpha Cyrus: "Very well. You will be held accountable for your actions, and we will establish new terms for your clan." Khal nodded, accepting his fate, and his followers looked on with mixed emotions. The scene was tense, with the moon casting an eerie glow as the alpha stood before the kneeling vampire lord, their fates now intertwined. Khal had lost his position of power and was forced to yield to the alpha's authority, a worth shame experience for the once-mighty vampire lord.

Chad is a very mysterious person, and it is said that since he became Alpha, he is like a shadow, has never appeared in public, and no one knows his strength or appearance. Many rumors are floating around him. Someone said it was a weak old wolf that only dared to hide in the house for fear of being killed outside. Someone said he was only 30 years old, but about ten years ago, after a battle with Red River, he was bitten by Alpha Nathan and broke a leg. It would reveal four uneven legs, which was nothing short of an insult, so Chad has remained anonymous. Anyway, those are just baseless rumors; I will meet a natural person tomorrow; I also want to know what he looks like.

He knew the girl wouldn't be hurt because he had placed cotton around the handcuffs. After all the difficulties he had faced, he stood beside her, gazing at her face. Shanelle was truly a beautiful woman. Her angelic face captivated him instantly. His eyes then shifted to her chest. Although he couldn't say for sure, it was evident that she had a generous bosom. He believed he was the only man who had possessed her. He had taken Shanelle with great pleasure. He considered himself the luckiest man alive because, among all the women he had been intimate with, Shanelle was a genuine virgin.

“Just do as I say.” Jasmine noticed Ava turning in her direction and quickly pressed herself to the wall to avoid being spotted. She managed to slip into the room as soon as Ava passed and shut the door quietly. It made no sense at all. Who was coming? And how? ××× Meanwhile, Chad had managed to leave the tub and the ogling eyes most of the women were giving him. He'd initially planned on walking out in the snow like he'd usually done to clear his thoughts. He didn't care about all the warnings they'd given about not stepping out. No one in their right mind would stop him if he tried.

she said sharply, her voice trembling with fury, “get Lucca here within half an hour.” “I’ve already contacted him, Ms. Reinaldi,” Dorian replied softly, eyes fixed on the road. “Please, try to calm yourself.” Chiara forced a thin, humorless smile. “Calm? Alexander Vanderbilt played me. But that’s fine. If I want him, I’ll have him. My family will make sure of it.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, dark and venomous. “A woman like Serena? She’s nothing. How could I possibly lose to her?”

. **Bella's POV** Chad's eyes darkened, mirroring the desire that clouded my own. He made me feel daring and wanted. I placed my hands on his bulging biceps, enjoying their firmness. "That sounds decadently hot, sweetheart. But mere silk ties won't restrain me; I’ll need to be chained, love," Chad replied, his golden eyes flashing with burning passion.

Then I stopped myself, every muscle burning. “I won’t touch you like this,” I said. “Not when the bond is this raw. Not when you don’t even know what it’s asking from you.” Her voice dropped. “What if I do know?” That nearly broke me. I closed the distance in two strides, hands braced on either side of her, careful not to touch skin. Her heat wrapped around me anyway. Her scent filled my lungs just as the bond screamed approval. “You’re a virgin,” I said, voice low and shaking. “And I will not be the one who takes that from you while the world is still shaking under our feet.”

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

Someone else will take 'em. “Where are you going?” Chad grabbed my forearm and dragged me into his hot body. “I'm not wet,” I yelled at him hoping he was mature enough to know what I was talking about. “Hmm...” Humming, “you got so wet that day.” He stroked my jaw. “And you ruined it.” I was fuming. I was prepared to give my virginity, and I was treated like a whore. “And you have a wife.” He was raging. “I have no wife. My wife walked out on me.”