Virgin Bride Novels & Stories

◇MILAN POV◇ the days passing we all trying our level best to make viri happy she is also trying to overcome everything the only thing that me and Aurthur unable to understand is if not my dad then who is the real villain behind viri to think my dad lied if he wanna live I can think he lied to get forgiveness but he choosed to die I still can't understand but for now our only intention is to protect viri that's it srium became close to all here viri likes srium so much they both are so much friendly which is making Aurthur to jealous seriously this guy finally my waiting is coming to an end today my marriage with srium I'm excited so much marriage is arranged in a private island beach by vira

Frederick's words brought some calm to her agitated heart. The young bride managed to free herself from the king's hand on her body, quietly got out of bed, urgently used the restroom, and winced at the swollen feeling in her intimate area. She didn't dare touch herself, cleaned up, found a robe, and draped it over her body, which bore unmistakable marks of what she had been doing with Frederick.

How long was this pretense going to last before we called it quits? I glanced at the altar, and there she was, Veronica in a slender white dress with a mermaid tail. She didn’t have a veil over her face, maybe because she didn’t want anything to obscure her makeup. It wasn’t customary for the bride to wait for the groom, but I guess I was that late.

I licked it more. “Damn it, Janiyah…shit!” He stood up and kissed me, he was getting wild so I returned all his kisses. I was surprised when he picked me up as a bride. "Where will we go? We haven't finished showering yet," I said as we exited the bathroom. "I can't take it anymore, I want you to ride on me."

I’ve been longing for her warm, kissable lips that I feasted on this same night a year ago. My hands explored her body, her temple. I seem to memorize her every curve and every inch of her skin, despite only watching her often from afar—even if I only fucked her for a night in Maine under the same Snow Moon. She was submissive, letting me take hold of her at this moment. Elaine Winona Rutherford, the eighteen-year-old mortal who I chose to be my bride, is indeed the gift of the Trinity Goddess to me as we drowned further into this sensual irresistible kiss.

"He was attacked because of her." "She brought death into this palace." I went very still. "Ever since she arrived, nothing but trouble," the first one continued. "The murdered servant. The lockdown. Now this." "My grandmother used to say brides like that carry curses," the second one whispered. "Beautiful enough to catch a king's eye, but something's wrong underneath."

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

As we entered, a man with teeth too white and a tan too deep practically sprinted toward us. "Mateo!" Dalton yelled, throwing his arms around him. He leaned in, whispering loud enough for my enhanced ears to catch: "The betting pool is in shambles. No one thought you'd show." "A Vargas never misses a blood-vow celebration," Mateo replied, his gaze flickering toward the head table. I followed his eyes. The bride sat there, an Icy Beauty in white lace. When she caught Mateo’s eye, she looked away so fast it was like a physical blow.

The bride's name was also given. Her name was Serena Langston.