Virgin Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 asked for a favor—to make sure the wedding goes through. To make sure the contract isn't broken. That's why we're here." "Oh," I laughed darkly. "The contract. Three billion for a virgin bride. Not bad, right?" Ashton opened his mouth, but I cut him off. "Guess what?" I said, meeting his gaze. "Henry wants a virgin bride. It's non-negotiable." A slow smile curved my lips—sharp, reckless. "So since you're here to help my father—good luck protecting my virginity." Jax stared at me. "That's a stupid plan, Elena."

"It kills me to reveal to you, especially in light of the recent hysterics on my part, that I have a secret too. Something I've kept from all three of you, and everybody else." A secret? What? "Wait. What secret?" I asked, stupidly. Was she was secretly twenty-five years old, or some shit? That would explain the incredible tits... Bridget just took a huge breath and let it out. She said something so softly I couldn't hear. "I beg your pardon?" I said, weirdly formal like I was in some damned parlor comedy. "I'm a virgin," Bridget said flatly and out loud. Louder than necessary, in fact.

That was just an unfortunate accident, especially when she was engaged to marry the Cattle Baron of the country, the Lachlans’ oldest son. But it was easy enough for a woman of her persuasive charms and power to make him understand that the child she was carrying was her husband’s and not anyone else’s. It had certainly nailed the wedding to the targeted home-grown billionaire bridegroom. Marriage had meant that she had to give up her year as Miss Universe but she had won the title and that was the only thing which had mattered, she had never relinquished it and always lived up to it. Virginia was a women who knew that she turned heads in any and every room that she walked into, no matter wh

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

Gradually, my nerves calm and my breathing goes back to normal, abiding by his words even though my brain is still in chaos. “Would you stop with whatever the hell it is that you’re doing?” I have no idea how he does it. All I know is that I just want it to stop. Before he has a chance to speak or worse make me stop speaking, I ask one last thing. “What’s our situation exactly? I don’t even know your name.” “My name is Maxwell Barnett and you, Charlie Preston, will be my vampire bride.” He sees my intent to speak, so before a word could come out of my mouth he tells me to remain quiet and listen.

" Her mother assured her. Breonna fidgeted a bit. She looked from Enza to her mother turning redder and redder by the second. She looked down so she would not have to look at them. "As you know, I have never known the touch of a man. How will I know what to do on my wedding night?" She asked. She looked up to see the two of them smiling with understanding. "Everything will come naturally. It will be a beautiful night and everything will be perfect." Her mother said. "Your husband will also help you know what to do." Enza said. Breonna looked a bit more comfortable. She was ready for another question. What if Paul is a virgin too? Won't it make it more difficult?" Breonna asked. "That's the l

Charles, who escorted her to the church, replied expressionlessly, devoid of any emotions like a machine. "So, the wedding..." "The bride will go through it alone." Go through the wedding alone... Was the Windsor family intentionally humiliating her? An unfamiliar place, unfamiliar crowd, various unkind gazes, the embarrassment of handling the wedding alone... Everything rushed towards Natalie like a ferocious flood. She desperately wanted to escape, but she had no choice. For the sake of her younger brother, Natalie gathered her courage and walked towards the priest at the end of the red carpet. Meanwhile, at All Night Manor.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

Don scoffed out, and his surprised expression only increased when she nodded. “Please, take it easy on me.” She added with pleading eyes. He almost pulled back, but his desires were stronger. He had never fucked a virgin before. He heaved out a quiet sigh and lifted one of her legs to his shoulder. Quietly, he penetrated into her, maintaining a steady gaze and as he succeeded, he began to give thrusts. There were hints of pain on her face as little blood gushed out of her vagina. A moan instantly left her lips.