Virgin Novels & Stories

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

"No, get off, I don't want you to mark me" Confused I get up, first, she's upset because I haven't marked her then she says she doesn't want me to mark her, confused is an understatement. She then sits on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist and says "I like your way better, I want you to make our marking special and yes I will be your wife, your love , your everything and if your good I'll even be your whore in the bedroom and just for the record I'm a virgin too"

Virginia came into the room with breakfast in bed, she placed the breakfast tray on the nightstand and moved to pull back the thick drapes to let the sunlight enter the room, "Good Morning to my queen and my little princess." I blinked my swollen eyes, "Good Morning, Auntie Virginia..." Smiling, she moved to the TV and turned it on. She started flipping through the channels before I saw a familiar face on the news. "Wait, turn back!" I said, startled. And once she did my blood ran cold... On the news, there was a picture of Kai. "Turn up the volume." "Isn't he the guy from last night?" Virginia as

Virginia peered intently at me, with her eyes widened in shock. With black kinky hair tied in a neat bun, heart-shaped lips, and almond green eyes; Virginia was a bubbly personality. I quickly changed into something nice and was ready to go pop!! Some minutes later, we were at St Johns Top Plaza, seated close to the VIP section. It was a clubhouse popularly visited by company owners, and mafia bosses. I wonder where Virginia got the money to reserve a spot for us here.

“They didn’t tell me who it was going to be, so I didn’t know it was you when I arrived here. There was a possibility it was a guest of your family because I could never, ever imagine you…” “Me…?” he asked somberly. “That you will pay a prostitute for something like that. It’s just… I can’t imagine you having to pay for sex.” “You didn’t even know who you were meeting up with?” She nodded. “Yes. But… Madame Venus did say you were… safe. Even the others there… they said if the requirement hadn’t been for someone very new and virtually a… a virgin, they would have easily changed places with me. I don’t know if that should even be comforting. But to them it was…

Mrs Maria's eyes shone wide as she thought of the last part. “That's not what happened? I know I'm not supposed to be telling you this but we tried to have sex, and I found out she's a Virgin,” “Violet is a virgin? Really?” “Yeah, I tried to force my cock inside her but it didn't get through easily, then she told me she was a virgin, I didn't know before, I can't bring myself to take her virginity, keeping the secret of killing her Dad eats me up enough and I can't take something as precious as that from her, she said she wanted to give her

"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...

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

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.