Novel & Cerita Virgin

I immediately told Celine everything that I knew. "A person who truly loves you won't hurt you like that. He also won't care that you're not a virgin. If you enjoy the feeling of sleeping with someone, you should do it the right way. Besides, you can get a hymenoplasty if he does care about you having your virginity intact." Celine's eyes lit up when she learned that she could undergo a procedure to restore her hymen. She then stopped using her other entrance whenever she slept with Jeffrey. In the end, she broke up with Jeffrey, and Mom eventually introduced a wealthy heir to her.

Inside these walls, there was only tension, tight and suffocating. Isabella looked up at Damian, her tears streaking her cheeks, voice barely a whisper. “Please… you have to believe me. You know I was a virgin before you married me… how can you believe I have a child.” Her plea trembled into the air, soft yet piercing, as if the sound itself was fragile enough to shatter. Her chest rose and fell with the uneven rhythm of her breath, and her hands twisted in front of her, desperate to hold onto something real when everything felt like it was slipping away.

“Yes, everything I have belongs to you and to our son. You’re still my wife. I need to talk to you. Please, listen to me.” “No! I’m going to leave, and I’m not coming back.” Virginia pulled a ticket from her bag and placed it on the table. It was a plane ticket—one that would take her to the other side of the world, far from everything. She was returning to her country of origin. Fernando knew that if she left, he might never meet his firstborn. He picked up the ticket and, upon seeing the destination, the ground seemed to shift under his feet. He took a breath and looked at her with sorrow.

she exclaimed, trying to talk me into it. I just chuckled and said nothing. I wasn't planning to care much about what she told me. However, when I got home and was just about to shower that day, someone suddenly called me. "Hello, is this Mr. Carlisle Cocksworth?" "That's me, and you are?" "My name is Sabrina Ryder. I'm Virginia's cousin." What? Did Virginia really introduce her cousin to me? I felt excited as I listened to Sabrina's voice. From my years of experience with talking and sleeping with women, I could tell that she sounded like a very beautiful young woman.

Virgin. A slow, predatory smile spread across my face. “Well, well. A fucking virgin.” She nodded frantically, eyes wide and glistening, pleading without daring to speak. The fear in them was pure, unfiltered. It made my cock twitch against my zipper. “You’re in luck today,” I murmured, voice low and mocking. My gaze slid to the glass table beside us. The whiskey bottle waited like an old friend, half-full, amber liquid catching the dim light. The ice had long since melted. Good. I liked it warm and burning.

Maybe 3 or 4, with the same strawberry blonde curls in the arms of Virginia. Who was this boy? I'd heard her sister, and she has spoken of her parents, but never of a brother. "Derrick?" The soft, angelic voice of my mate startles me back into the present. Turning, I see the most incredible sight I have ever laid eyes on; my heart thumps loudly in my chest, I feel a smile expand across my face and my eyes widen instantly. Virginia's red hair is down, loose in long ringlets, natural and simple make up, and a hugging, yet flowing emerald green spaghetti strapped dress, a little white cardigan, and a pair of chunky strapped white k

“There’s no need to thank me, silly. When I’m finally free from house arrest, I’m taking you shopping. My treat.” Serena smiled faintly, watching as her friend strode out the door—head high, decisive as ever. The apartment suddenly felt emptier without her presence. After finishing the last sip of tea, Serena rubbed her temples. Her vision swam slightly when she tried to stand, but she steadied herself with one hand on the table. Exhaustion clung to her like fog. Still, she forced herself to pick up her phone and dial Jonathan. He answered on the second ring. “Mr. Vanderbilt is at the company right now, Ms. Morales,” Jonathan reported politely. “He’s in a meeting, but—”

He could not help but chuckle as still feeling the sense of retaliation from the woman. “The way you move and react to my touch states only one thing, my lady. You are a virgin, aren’t you,” he grinned, his voice was rough and husky as if it was scratching unto his throat. “Yes,” lady Kaya whimpered as she bit her lip, leaning her head to the side in shame from her surrender.

what did she mean she is not a virgin did she do any foolish thing because of anger on me I replied "whatever cutie I dont care whether you are virgin or not I dont care whether you slept with him or with anyone I don't care anything in this world other than you I love you no matter what I love you and you are mine that's it" she didn't say anything I don't want to make her sad more so I decided to give her some time I opened the door while going out I said "nothing changes between us baby even if you are not a virgin because I never loved your beauty or body I loved the way you are I loved your c

She glided to the floor - crying with her sweaty hands ruffling her hair. Initially, she knew her marriage to Nelson Radcliffe would be a pain in the ass. She thought being submissive and calm may suppress his hatred for her, but every encounter with him makes it an impossibility. A message popped into her phone. The beep sound tore into the silence of the room. She strides towards the bed - where her phone was. It was Virginia. 'Good morning, the newest bride in LA. How was the first night with him? I was told wedding nights are filled with bliss. I'm sad I couldn't attend your wedding. I forgive you though. I hope you're awake, cos we have a lotta catching u