Virgin Bride Novels & Stories

“They didn’t tell me who it was going to be, so I didn’t know it was you when I arrived here. There was a possibility it was a guest of your family because I could never, ever imagine you…” “Me…?” he asked somberly. “That you will pay a prostitute for something like that. It’s just… I can’t imagine you having to pay for sex.” “You didn’t even know who you were meeting up with?” She nodded. “Yes. But… Madame Venus did say you were… safe. Even the others there… they said if the requirement hadn’t been for someone very new and virtually a… a virgin, they would have easily changed places with me. I don’t know if that should even be comforting. But to them it was… like since I was indeed a virgin

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

“She’s weak—but not only from the blood you’ve taken. It’s strange. I’ve never seen anything like it, but I believe she is with child. Pregnant with a pure-born vampire—not a hybrid.” Adrian stares at me with a mixture of pain and rage, as though I had stolen something precious from him. His fists clench, like he wants to strike me, but he holds back. Marian’s face registers pure shock. My parents show joy; my brothers, surprise. A timid smile tugs at my lips—I can hardly believe the news. Pregnant. So soon. “Healer, but we’ve only just begun mating. How can she already be…?” I ask, bewildered.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

Her lips moved behind the fabric, muffled words escaping her throat, struggling to be heard. He leaned in closer. “Say it louder!” Her crown shimmered brightly. The silk pressed down harder against her mouth. Only a whisper slid out—delicate and weak. “Help me.” The First Bride tilted her head, her veil fluttering in the fierce wind while her smile widened. “She doesn’t need your flames, Fox. All she needs is the door. That’s what brides are meant for.” Vincent growled low in his throat, his chest trembling with anger. “She is not yours.”

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

“You’ll be an interesting one to see rise, my boy.” I hold my grin and nod. They aren’t wrong to question. I don’t mind proving. Suddenly, the main the doors open, and everyone is startled. The bride isn’t supposed to be out for a few more minutes. No music playing. I glance as a few people gasp. Vivian. She steps through the doors with a flower in hand, a white rose. She looks…like a doll. Perfect, porlien, with never ending blonde curls. This wound’t be a problem.

She shrugged, avoiding my gaze. I held her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Shut your smart mouth, and listen to my rules." She didn't respond with her mouth, just a deadly look that felt like she could kill me with her eyes. "On our wedding night, according to the italian mafia rule, a bride is supposed to provide proof of her virginity and since I'm not going to be touching you, we're going to have to fight a way around that." Aurora heaved a sigh of relief. And all it made sense, she wasn't eager to sleep with me and it made me mad.

We will see the priest when we have caught my runaway bride. “What the fuck do you mean?’ ‘My bride has gotten cold feet you fucker. She escaped in a bloody wedding dress, and we need to find her before she brings all the attention to herself and fuck us all up.’ Viper screamed into the phone, and my blood sizzled hot inside my veins. Pride swelled inside my chest, longing stretching my soul from every corner. A smirk curled on my lips before I rolled my stiff neck on my shoulders. A frce of energy pumped into my stream, and I fucking lit up like christmas lights.