Titans Bride Novels & Stories

Her chestnut tresses were styled in an intricate updo, woven with delicate baby's breath and adorned with a crown of lush wildflowers that seemed to glow with an inner luminescence. Her every step exuded an air of otherworldly beauty and confidence befitting of a blushing bride on her wedding day. Her striking features were partially obscured by a gauzy veil, but her full lips were curved into a serene smile and shyness. What truly brought a surge of relief to President Bolting was the sight of Serena trailing behind the bride, dressed in a similar flowing blue robe that was decidedly more modest yet no less stunning in its elegance. Her two-toned locks was styled in an elegant bridal updo w

She was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and black cargo pants. She turned slowly when she heard me approaching. Her grey eyes were piercing and sharp. "Well, well," she drawled lazily. "The bride's up." I blinked. "And you are?" She popped her gum. "Rayne. With a 'y', not an 'i'. Try to remember that if I ever have to kill someone for you." I squinted. "Comforting." She grinned, her tongue poking her cheek. "You're smaller than I expected. But the attitude makes sense."

“You will do as you're told, Raven. You'll disguise yourself as a woman, which I'm quite sure wouldn't be hard for you to do.” His voice dripped with disgust. A surge of humiliation burned through me, but I kept my face expressionless. Danica was the only one who dared speak. “What is the point of this, Father?” Lord Dierna narrowed his eyes at her. “Those vile creatures have no respect for our customs or traditions. Even our very lives are being controlled. Why, then, should we honor theirs?” His eyes settled on me again. “You shall be his bride, and that's final.”

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

the event anchor said into the microphone and everywhere becames dead silent. On the left hand side is ten bride guest,where at the front seat is James and Eva sitter beside each other,With Tonia beside Brayan. "You should get married too what a coincidence the surname of the groom is Brayan"Tonia chuckled. "Will you marry me then?" Brayan teast. "Don't be rediculous"Tonia snapped, sometimes she's cool sometime she's hard to get through with and that's what's raising a lot of questions mark in Brayan head.

She gasped. Someone instantly walked in, trampling on their excitement. They all turned and saw an older woman panting. “What's wrong?” Cassia asked, approaching the woman. “Where I come from, the groom-to-be isn't allowed to see the bride-to-be in her wedding dress until the wedding day!” She said, looking around like she had just escaped a robbery. “And?” Cassia asked, still confused. “Mr Titan is on his way here! He's downstairs!” The woman exclaimed. All the ladies in the room shared a look, their faces displaying the panic they felt.

Juliana, sitting on the grass with kittens in her lap, looked at her husband with eyes shining with happiness. "It seems that while we were traveling, the whole family decided to grow," she commented, laughing. Thomas looked around: his engaged sons, his pregnant daughters-in-law carrying twins, Nyra with her litter, and now a new strong and imposing member on the ranch. "And I couldn’t be happier," he concluded, his voice full of emotion. "Now, let’s give a fitting name to Nyra’s male." He made a dramatic pause and added, "From today onward, you shall be called Titan."

I run my hand through my hair as I pace across the living room, “Waiting on the results has been a bit stressful.” “I understand. Ah, here we go. Hm, that’s weird.” Kingsly states. “What is it?” I’m getting anxious now. “Well, it’s just that this name never came up on the lists that you and Ella wrote out.” “Who is it?” “Do you know a Cynthia Titan?” He asks, and the name doesn’t sound familiar, “It says here that she is the widow of a John Titan who owned a car dealership in the town you’re from.”

I could hear Ryder growl through the mind link making Titan smirk. “She looks so cute under us,” Titan teased. “I am sure she would look cuter with our pups,” he added and I am sure Ryder lost his shit at that as he suddenly tried to get back control which Titan adamantly refused to give up. “Breed - me - Titan,” I whimpered as I sang out the words in sync with his pleasurably rough thrust. “No !” Ryder denied but Titan did not pay heed to him after that and pounded even more fiercely, excited by the simple thought of breeding me.

But even as the amber liquid burned down my throat, all I could taste was her. Asaraiah Kaine. My little bride. My distraction. My curse.