Virgin Bride Novels & Stories

“No lipstick. No perfume. Just the necklace.” “What necklace?” She only smiled — a sharp little thing. “You’ll see.” After she left, I stood in front of the full-length mirror for a long time. The dress clung to me like it knew secrets about my skin. The slit revealed more leg than I’d ever shown outside a shower. My shoulders felt naked. My throat looked too long. I didn’t look like a bride. I looked like an offering. ---- The chapel wasn’t really a chapel. It looked like one — in the way movie sets look like real places, all stained glass and carved pews and flickering candles. But there was no congregation. No priest with a smile. No music. No light through the windows — just electric amb

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

The church organ reverberated through the air, announcing the arrival of the bridal party. As the organ's melody reached its crescendo, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing the radiant bride, Sanya. She stepped forward, her white gown billowing gracefully around her, as she beamed with happiness. Her long veil trailed behind her, delicately held in place by a crown of tiny, sparkling crystals.

“I am not who?” “You are not Emerald, are you? You are not the woman I was supposed to marry,” I accused and stared at her face carefully. I knew I would be able to read her once I looked at her. She was like an open book and was so easy to see through. I knew that was going to help me right now. “Did… did you smoke?” She frowned. There was no change in her facial expression. “Where is my bride?” I asked again. “Ah… you must have smoked. I thought you didn’t smoke. Was I wrong then?”

"Cassandra Alicia Hastings, do you vow to take Sebastain Williams Spencer your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love, honor, obey and Cherise, in love, health and in sickness, through sorrow and pains for all the days of your life?" When it was my turn to say the vows, silence consumed me. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I can't do this

Ahana ****** "Bride In Blue...Bride In blue...Bride In Blue..." I yelled throwing all the newspapers on the floor that had only Anvi in it and the headline stated, "Bride In Blue". I was supposed to be the talk of the town but all I received was a small corner in the newspaper. All the while my marriage was the talk of the town but on my big day that bitch Anvi snatched it from me. I didn't buy a lehnga worth Rupees 40 lakh so that I could get a place in the corner of the newspaper. I wanted to be in the limelight and if not for that stupid girl I would have been on the television.

"Talking with unearthy elements in nature." I was about to ask more when Demitri opened his eyes. "A mountain spirit gave us a clue on how to please the magical healer so he'd give us what we want." "How?" I asked impatiently. I'm seriously curious here. All I want is to get that cure and get back to the palace to cure the Queen. She's such a very kind person to get through this. "A virgin offering," Prince David said that left my lips open. "W-what?"

“Sophia just dropped a bomb. It’s everywhere.” My stomach dropped. I grabbed my own phone and opened the browser. The headline hit me like ice water. “Wrong Bride Scandal: Sophia Harrington Claims Twin Sister Stole Billionaire Alexander Voss at the Altar” There were screenshots. Voice recordings. Even a short video of Sophia crying in front of cameras saying, “Emma took my place. She stole my husband. This marriage is a complete fraud.” Comments flooded in instantly. Thousands. Gold digger. Fake marriage. Poor Alexander.

he asked, lieing down on her. _No… This is my first time… _Then I’ll be gentle with you. Lisa loved feeling the stranger’s hot, powerful body against hers. It was so pleasant, and so forbidden… For a moment, she wondered what her mother and friends would think if they saw her offering her body to a stranger, and that thought excited her even more… She spread her legs to offer him her little pussy… She then felt his large, powerful sex rub against her moist, virgin slit. Then he slowly entered her, his erect penis parting the wet walls of her soft sheath…

I smiled, and lifted my glass. That’s when she entered. Violet. Her long flowing gown shimmered in the dimly lit room like she was royalty. Same crimson red I had on. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and also left to cascade down her face. She could easily be mistaken for the bride. Beside her was her father, Elder Carrick, with a solemn face and a fake smile. I clenched my teeth as she walked over.