Titans Bride Novels & Stories

"Yes. I'm ready." Calliope responded, placing her hand in his. Electricity seemed to spark between them as before, eliciting a silent gasp from the young Princess who looked up instantly to meet his own knowing gaze. He seemed outwardly unperturbed by the connection that had zapped through them but inwardly, he understood and confirmed what he already knew. She was most definitely his mate. There were no more, non-existent doubts. After a silent bow from Lucien that was returned by the women present, the King of Natus led his bride away from the backyard of the Wysteria Estate and towards the forest where the portal that would take them straight to his Kingdom was still open.

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

"Titus, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I did you wrong!" But I no longer cared. … When Vivian returned that night, she grabbed me and spun me around in a circle. "Titus, you're amazing. Leila thought we'd all been poisoned today, so she sent out her entire army. I crushed them and sent them running with their tails between their legs. You really are my lucky star." But as she spoke, her gaze started to change, and her hands began to wander over my body. Her voice grew thick with desire. "You're incredible, so how about we have a pup together and rule the world?"

“Daddy?” Shawn’s grip loosened suddenly, and his face turned deathly pale. “Tiana, how dare you marry other guy with my child!” He stared at me, his gaze dark and menacing, as if trying to pin me in place. I rubbed my reddened wrist and looked at him calmly. “That’s right, I’m married. Tessa is his child. Shawn, you really think too highly of yourself.” “You think I’d believe you’re married just because you just found some random man to pretend to be your husband?” As if trying to convince himself, Shawn’s expression grew more certain.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

“You let Ghost mess this up, and I swear to God, Vesper, I’ll be waiting right here. With flowers. And chocolate. And maybe another bike for you to smash. Whatever wins you over.” Red chimes in before I can reply, arms full of bags. “You better be ready to fight dirty, Titan. Ghost isn’t the type to lose easy.” “I don’t mind getting my ass kicked,” Titan says with a grin, lifting our bags like a gentleman. “Not when the view’s this good.” I shake my head and follow him out, the air cool and biting after the warmth of the shop. Titan opens the car door with a bow so exaggerated it makes a few people turn to look.

“You know,” Titan murmurs, his voice unusually quiet, “I waited so long for my mate that I almost convinced myself I never had one.” Maxine blinks. “What? How could that be? From everything you’ve told me—” “I know.” His gaze drifts away from hers. “But ever since I was a child… There were rumours.” A knot formed in Maxine’s stomach. “What kind of rumours?” For several seconds, Titan remains silent. His eyes lowered to the polished wooden desk between them. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. “A prophecy.”

“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

Gabby tells them. “We will get divorce papers filed tomorrow,” Monty assures Gabby. Titan looks at her and she meets his eyes. “I should never have hurt you the way I did. But I can’t forgive you for the pain I feel when I look at you,” Titan tells her. “I love you, Titan,” Gabby tells him. “I wish you could get past my past.” “I can’t. I want to, but I can’t,” Titan takes a deep breath. “I, Titan Estes, of Red Blood Pack reject you, Gabriela Estes, as my mate.”