Titans Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

Titan knew he intended to give the girl a title of some sort. “Lady Corinna,” whimpered Titan to himself, pressing his forehead against the rough bark of a nearby tree. “Looking for me?” Asked a voice. Titan jumped. Cory was standing dangerously close to the water’s edge. “Hey! Come away from there!” Barked Titan instinctively. She stepped away from the river bank, coming closer to him. “You’re ok!” Breathed Titan in disbelief. “What happened?” He asked. She stared at him. “I am so sorry I let go of you! Please forgive me, my Lady,” said Titan.

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

"Just wait here while I go get my tools so I can do damage control. Can't have a bride with a teary messed up face staring at over five hundred people." "Okay," Maya hurried out and Olivia kept starting in the mirror feeling overwhelmed with all the emotions running through her. A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "You know, left to me, we could get married in that," It was Titan at the doorway drinking in the sight of her in a white lingerie. He was in a tucked in white shirt and black trousers, matched with dark Italian shoes that shone so brightly anyone could see their faces in them. With his hair slicked back and his mischievous eyes twinkling, he looked as handsome as ever.

I look at the whores, gesturing them toward Tits. “Serve him,” I growl. “Thank you, Pakhan.” Tits sounds happy, but as he leads the whores away from the parlor, he suddenly stops and faces me. A dark, worried look crosses Tits’ face as he announces, “I saw her, Pakhan.” “Who?” I murmur, confused. Slowly, Tits confesses. “Princess, your bride. She’s in L.A. as we speak.” Hearing that, my eyes go owl-wide.

Diana turned to Lillian to say. “You know my name?” Lillian asked, her eyes widened a little in disbelief. “Of course. You're Don's little bride, so it's only normal for you to be known around.” Diana shrugged like it was no big deal, leaving Lillian dumbstruck. “Diana.........” Bella tried to say, but she was interrupted by Diana. “Why aren't you with your husband, though?” “Yeah, you're here while your husband's girlfriend rocks him on a seat.” Another lady chipped in.

I smile and lean into her hands. She holds my hands once again. I must have saved the whole damn human race in my last life to deserve a woman as good as Tianna. She is wearing a tiara. Just like she should. She is my queen. I know it was mama’s doing. Tia would never want to wear it unless my mother insisted. "Today we’re here to celebrate the union between Tianna and Dante. Two souls wanting to be made one… we are here to bless this union before God all of these witness. Let us pray…” the priest says.

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

New rap music banged and filled the air before a bright spotlight was turned on. When Titania Summer emerged from the right corner, everyone exclaimed and snapped their necks. She jogged to the stage and entered the cage while wearing a magnificent white fighting robe with hoods covering her face. A smirk tugged at her mouth as she removed the hoods, revealing her long black hair in small braids. She appeared tough and hardboiled, with earrings on her brows, nose, and lower lip. Whistles and cusses blended with the loud music, and Titania felt even hotter than her surname. She was known as one of the underground fighters who had never been defeated. There has never been a loss. She would not

The air buzzed with activity as decorators, caterers, and event planners worked tirelessly to transform the beach into a breathtaking wedding venue. On the wedding day, the beach was adorned with pristine white decorations, flowers of various hues, and elegant drapery that billowed in the gentle sea breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering. The guests, a mix of Andersons and Laos, filled the seats in anticipation of the union between Felix and Charlotte.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”