Titans Bride Novels & Stories

“My other brother is wed to a lass far to the east whom we have never met. They too will have to couple for the emissary and they are yet strangers to one another. You are lucky to know me, are you not?” “It would appear so,” she said softly as she let him help her to her feet. The emissary, fortunately, seemed to be so excited by the idea of watching them couple that he put the paper away without even checking if the ink was dry enough not to smudge. They waited for the priest to finish, neither of them really listening to him. Finally, Padraig put his arm around Eliana’s waist and held her tightly to his side as they led the emissary down the hall and up the stairs to his bed chamber.

The Warrior’s Bride Queen Habiba looked at the maiden she was talking to. The little maiden had just been hired in the palace and she had requested her presence. She wanted to see what the girl was capable of. “What is your name?” Queen Habiba asked the young girl. “Samirah,” Samirah replied, looking into the Queen’s eyes. Her eyes held no emotion as she eyed Samirah. This woman looked very beautiful. She was dressed in the most expensive material from what Samirah could see, but what else would she expect from a Queen of her status.

LOUIS'S POV If I am being honest, I don't want her as my wife or anything remotely related, in fact, I don't want her in my life but looking for a substitute Bride has been more difficult than I thought. For the last three to four days or so, Tommy and I have interviewed more than ten ladies for the position of a temporary bride and there is something always terribly wrong with all the candidates... It's almost like the universe is against me getting married.

One of her maids rushed to the chair and layed it well before she sat down. "How dare a lowlife like you fight with someone in this palace?!" She thundered. "I..I.. I'm sorry, my lady," Naya stuttered with her head bowed. "Sorry? Does that word exist at all?" Diva scoffed. She turned to the maid that was beside her. "Bring my whip," she ordered. The maid bowed her head before going out of the room, she returned with the long, thick cane which she handed over to diva.

I replied still very much confused at where all these was heading to. "Jade and Melinda, these two prestigious guests of ours are Mr Luca Greco and Mrs Gabriela Greco. They are very respected and powerful people in the society" Father announced to me. "Oh. It is a pleasure meeting you both" I gave a slight bow. "The pleasure is all ours. You are so polite. You will definitely make a wonderful bride for Luciano" Mrs Gabriela smiled. At that moment my jaws dropped and it felt like the entire air had been sucked out of my body. They had been talking about my marraige all along!

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.”

But she shone. For one suspended heartbeat, night turned to dawn. Light rippled from the newborn’s skin—soft, yet impossibly bright—spilling over the trees and the trembling earth. Azara’s breath caught. Not in awe, but in fear. “No, my love,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of her golden hair. “They will see us from miles away.” They will see. And they will know. That a child of the heavens has been born. Not one of the Scions—the half-blooded offspring of forbidden unions between Radiants and humans.

Not a bride. > A queen.

Dominic's POV I was driving past the bridal shop when I saw her. Grandma had set up another blind date for tonight. I took the long way around the city just to avoid the restaurant. Then I caught the flash of white in the window. A bride yanking a curtain open so hard the rings rattled. I slowed the car without thinking. It was her. Sabrina Winston. The girl who showed up at Titan Capitals six months ago with those damn strawberry tarts. The one I had been trying to push out of my head ever since.