Virgin Novels & Stories

Fuck. Her hand is small and soft and wrapped around me firmly enough that my breath stops. She strokes me from base to tip in one long pull. I feel precum leak from the head. “And we need to discuss the honeymoon,” Vivienne continues. “I want two weeks in the Maldives but your assistant said you can only do one week because of some acquisition in Singapore.” “We’ll figure it out.” My voice sounds strained. I clear my throat and try again. “One week is fine.”

Dec shouts, steam practically shooting out his ears. I am confused. "LANGUAGE!" Dad shouts from the kitchen. We both cringe at his command; damn Alpha tone. Mum comes through with a basket full of washing; she stops and takes in Virginia, "Hello sweetheart. What's your name?" "I'm Virginia.. I'm Deacon's mate." She says hesitantly. "NO! SHE'S MY MATE!" Declan roars, fisting his hands against his shaking skull. Holy shit! ~*~ (Lizzie POV)

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.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

There was no traffic, no noise and no people here. As we walked through the main entrance we were greeted by a woman who I could most accurately describe as a bundle of energy, coming barrelling towards me with her arms out. She ran up to me and threw her arms around me, crushing me to her. “Noraveena!” she cried. Pulling away from her I see she is actually crying. Pulling me back to her she continues “My precious girl. Thank the goddess for returning you to us!” “Okay Madeline!” says Peter peeling the lady away from me “calm down she’s not going anywhere”

The lens scanned Jenna's face, and within seconds, a transparent overlay appeared in my field of vision, displaying her real name and other details. I quickly skimmed the information, taking in the key points. Her real name was Violet Paige. She worked as the CEO of a multinational corporation, a position of power and influence. She was 36 years old, married, and had no children. Her net worth was an impressive $50 million. I felt a thrill at the thought of conquering such a powerful and successful woman.

There had always been a touch of comfort and nostalgic warmth in Marco’s voice. Although Sotiria was the only person in the elevator, she still lowered her voice. “Marc, I’ve already confirmed that the person who embarrassed me at my wedding yesterday was Virginia. She’s also the person who hired the three men to defile me and got me addicted to drugs. I want to take my revenge, and I have a plan. I need you to do what I say.”

I chuckled and said by pulling her close to me "you have me what else you want" she said "nah I want something else" I kissed her earlobe and said "I will give anything you want" she replied by holding me "I known where is your viranica" I was shocked completely what does she mean she known about viri is that mean viri is safe I asked by holding her excitedly "sweetheart say na where is viri how is she who took her away please say" she cupped my face and said "okay shhhhh cool down krish let me say she is okay and safe she is married too"

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

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