Novel & Cerita V Is For Virgin

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.

As long as forever… End of A Virgin for the CEO If you loved this story, please hold on to the next book in Eric and Yna's life together as man and wife in: The CEO’s Juvenile Wife... incoming!

"God, you're still in love with her, aren't you?" I didn't answer fast enough, and Virginia's eyes flashed dangerously. "That's it. I'm done with this bullshit." She stormed into the living room, and I heard her on the phone immediately. "Yes, hello? This is Virginia Paraguz, future Luna of the Fang Forest Pack. I need to book the Grandeur Hall for my wedding reception... What do you mean it's already reserved?" I sank onto the couch, already knowing where this was headed. "I don't care who booked it first!" Virginia's voice pitched higher. "Do you know who I am? Do you know who my mate is? This is the event of the season!"

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.”

She's an Omega, smelling of orange soda and cotton fibers. Victor wants to bite right into her. The Alpha tackles her to the ground. Then together with Nathan, they stuff her into the backseat of the car. "You saw nothing," Edward hisses at the crowd of fellow hackers. He puts up a sign. Peace? The number two? No, it's the letter V, V for Vin, his tag. People instantly look down, minding their own business.

"Elijah Jackson! " "The owner of VK Corporation!' And that's when Vivian truly freezes. Unknown to everyone present there, only she knew what what VK stood for. After all it was the very name he said he found the most beautiful in the world. Her name. VK aka Vivian Klein.

"I mean, yeah. But that's fully not it. I've really gotta—" "Just go," Barb said. "That smile's not gonna get me. I know you're—" "Stop!" I cut her off, frowning. They didn't understand that Virg was different from us all. She liked to do her things privately, and she liked to stay or walk alone. "What?" Bella wiggled her fingers, rolled her eyes. "I'd admit, Barb's right. Virginia's always—" "Virg." I turned to Virginia, soothed her arm. "Just go. It's not a problem at all."

I look up from her lips, and I can’t help but ask, “Tell me the fucking truth, Reina. Did you fuck that boy?” “What boy? That’s a man.” She keeps going. “Hmm. Did you fuck him?” I ask again, this time through my teeth. “Did you fuck them?” She shoots back. “No.” I answer at once. “I couldn’t. Now answer me.” Her eyes visibly soften a tad, and she swallows. “Why don’t you find that out?” “Find what out?” I snap in frustration. She pauses another second. Then speaks with that buttery voice of hers, “If I’m a virgin. Or if I gave it up that night.”

The car glided into the night, city lights reflecting in her eyes like molten gold. Meanwhile, across town, the Vanderbilt Group tower was still alight long after business hours. The upper floors gleamed against the dark skyline—an empire that never slept. Behind the frosted glass of his office, Alexander Vanderbilt sat in the half-light, his tie loosened, the glow from his computer screen flickering across his sharp features. Hugo had sent him the live broadcast link earlier, and out of idle curiosity, he had opened it. He hadn’t expected her to appear. Serena.

But I felt it when he leaned in. Felt it against my neck, against the soft skin just beneath my ear. His lips didn’t touch me, but they were close enough. And then he whispered it. One word. The same one. “Mine.” The way he said it… it wasn’t like in the office. This wasn’t about legality or signatures or ownership on paper. This was raw. A claiming. He leaned back and looked at me like he was waiting for a reaction — maybe fear. Maybe resistance. Maybe surrender.