Virgin Bride Novels & Stories

I sucked in a sharp breath, but before I could react, she shoved me into the master bedroom and locked the door from the outside. Her icy voice drifted through the door. "I still have work to do. Stay here by yourself tonight." I searched through the entire bedroom and couldn't find a single piece of clothing. Even the bedsheets and curtains had been removed. At first, I thought being naked in the bedroom didn't matter. Until beams of reflected light suddenly flashed from the villa across the street. Several women were fighting over a telescope. "So he's Michael, the guy whose virginity's going up for auction. Thank goodness Rachel let us inspect the goods in advance. Makes it easier to bid

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.

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

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.”

That was last night and that's the last encounter they had before this wedding. The sound of the media outside her bridal car brought her back to reality. She pulled out a frustrated sigh looking outside the window of the car. She was wearing a White strapless ball gown with exquisite floral lace that fantastically hugged her gorgeous body. Her taut sexy breast emphasized the dress she wear. She maybe looked like a princess with a tiara atop on the elegantly braided hair of her covered with white veil. She remembered the superstitious belief that if the bride is wearing a white veil covering her face in her wedding, that simply means she was a virgin bride. Th

He slowly licked her chest and she shuddered with want, his romance made her clasp her thighs but what was she doing, giving in? EUNICE POV... My virginity is supposed to be consumed on my bridal night by my husband and no other person, but right now just in front of me, a stranger lay atop of me devouring every part of me and howling silently in deep pleasure while I'm in so much pains.

*The bride has to be a virgin* My hand trembles slightly. I swallow hard, feeling a lump forming in my throat. Virgin! I can’t help but read more. It states she must be a virgin because a virgin ritual is performed on the wedding night, where the bride and groom go into a room for consummation. The groom’s family waits outside for good news. If it’s discovered that the bride isn’t a virgin, she faces harsh consequences. I read through the list of possible cruel punishments. The paper hits the floor before I realize it.