V Is For Virgin Novels & Stories

“That’s not the point! I treated you like a wh*re, like a bitch—and you’re a fucking virgin?” Ram spat out the words, his anger evident. Lexie remained silent, offering only a bitter smile as he turned and walked away from her. She slid down against the wall, quietly enduring the pain between her legs. “Y-you’re a virgin… How the hell could you just give yourself away like that?” Ram muttered, pacing back and forth. Still, Lexie said nothing—she didn’t even know what to say. “You don’t know how special you are. Don’t you fucking know your worth as a woman? Is that why you thought giving away your virginity was just some game? What kind of woman do you want to be, Lexie? A fucking prostitute?

“This is a bad idea, Elara. For heaven’s sake, we’re virgins.” We grabbed seats at the counter. “Three vodka ala Mello, please,” I told the bartender. Then I turned to Callie with a smirk. “Virgins? Who are you kidding?” Vivi lost her virginity at eighteen to some guy she met at a bar in Brisbane. She’s never shared the full story though, just bits and pieces. Callie’s no virgin either, she gave it up to her cousin’s best friend on her mom’s side. “ The guy who disvirgined you, What was his name again?”

Virginia is definitely tongue tied, "what does this mean?" I know what Virginia means by this question, "this means.. I am devoted to you. And only you. My love. My everything. My mate." I am rewarded with the most stunningly beautiful, blinding, room-lighting smile I have ever seen in my life. "No Bethany?" Virginia is breathless. "No Bethany." I confirm. "No baby?" This question tears at my heart. "I don't know.." I whisper painfully. "What?" Shock laces her tone.

she asked, but the woman was already gone. "Isn't that the girl? She's hot," Virus grinned, watching her from a special section of the club with Venom. Venom pushed down the growl that wanted to rumble and remained silent, but his eyes locked on Velia as soon as she entered in the little maid's uniform. Holy hell!

“WHAT I MEANT to say was ‘virtuous,’” she said, trying to save face when she really said the right word. She would always jokingly brag about it—her virginity— to her female friends but never to her male friends, especially to Soren, who, if he really was a naughty boy, might get the wrong impression. He might think she was teasing him or challenging him to pop her cherry. I’m, a virgin, so I would be a valuable addition to your collection, so come and get me, might be his interpretation of what she just told him, suddenly revealing to him that she was a virgin.

"Jules, she's my best friend." "What does she call you?" he asked, and I realized I'd made a mistake by opening my big mouth. My face grew hot once again. Mom laughed. "Well, tell him!" "VV," I said with a sigh, "short for Vestal Virgin, a follower of Vesta, the goddess of hearth and home." John stifled a laugh. "Sorry." "It's a long story." "Let me guess, you guys like Mel Brooks movies?" I smiled and quoted, "It's good to be the king."

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

"My fiancé is back. We might be meeting up tonight. How am I meant to meet up with him if my breath stinks of garlic?" Finn walked over and eagerly asked, "Didn't you say there was no chance after he found out you aren't a virgin?" I raised my head up high in a confident manner. "I'm that charming. With a curl of my fingers, he is hooked. Success requires effort." "Rich and powerful families are dangerous. Isn't it nice to just live an average and peaceful life?" I looked down at my phone and ignored Finn. After hovering around me for another minute, he returned to the kitchen.

And being who he was, even if they knew marriage wasn't an option, they wanted to be his mistress, at least. Even though it was painful, Vince moved her to the side, letting the beautiful young woman sit in the car seat. He ran a hand through his hair and rested his elbows on his knees. “Why didn't you mention that before?” he asked. “What?” She asked, confused, looking around, behind her blouse. “What do you mean ‘what’? That you are a virgin! Cazzo [1]!” he said it loud and harshly. “I don't go around fucking virgins. Even if you are not Italian, or not from my ‘environment’, I prefer to avoid it.”

“But more than that. It’s about embracing who you are—all of you. Your instincts, your courage, your fear, your mistakes. Being a Guardian doesn’t mean being invincible. It means being aware. Being present. Being… W.I.L.D.” Serenya blinked. “W.I.L.D.? Isn’t that just… wild? Like untamed? Crazy?” Cheyenne chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Most people think that, yeah. But for Guardians, it’s so much more than that. Each letter stands for something you have to embody. Something that shapes how you protect, how you fight, how you survive.” Serenya’s brow furrowed. “Okay… I’m listening.”