Virgin Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

I looked around the bed and that's when I noticed the red patch and white stains on the bed. The white stains was probably me reaching my climax but the red stains? Was she.... Oh my gosh.. Was she a virgin? What did I do? I slowly let myself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. I picked up my clothes that were thrown on the bed and wore it. It reeked of alcohol which means I was drunk and in my drunken state, I came here for comfort and we had sex. So what's the big deal? The big deal is that she was a virgin.

" 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.

"Hey, I just want to ensure nothing goes underneath my radar. You're my friend, and I need to know if you're dating someone. Hoe-code that I don't flirt with them you know?" I sigh in defeat. "I appreciate it, but just trust me when I say that I'm not into Nathan at all." "If you say so." I keep dancing with Winnie, drink more alcohol, and find out she is a virgin like me. We bond over tequila while I pretend this isn't my first time getting smashed. The world is spinning, but I can still stand when Winnie partners us up for a chicken fight tournament in the pool. Or at least try to...

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?”