Virgin River Books Novels & Stories

It all starts with the A Black River Pack Series: Book 1: His Brother’s Mate/A Black River Pack Yule Book 2: Hell Hounds Book 3: Serving the Alpha at His Whim Book 4: Second Chance for the Alpha Future books may come for this series. Big City Wolves Book 1: My CEO Alpha Book 2: In the Chains of the Alpha Future books to come for this series. Standalone Novels Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story Poor Unfortunate Wolf Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves (Continuation to Poor Unfortunate Wolf) Wolves at the Lycan’s Door The Rogue & the Rose Other Fantasy Novels:

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap:

Sherry P.O.V: I am reading on my bed. I am into this historical romance book. I didn't hear a door shut outside my window. Hmm... I thought, who's here at this time of night? I closed my book and laid it on the bed. I got off and walked towards my window. I looked out, and I saw Derrick parked in my driveway. He was out of his truck. He leaned on the front of his truck with his arms crossed over his chest.

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

All I knew was that she was Serene Vargar, his childhood sweetheart. She was supposed to be in another pack, but she'd appeared at our pack borderlands a year ago and had been by his side since. Together, they resolved all pack affairs that came their way. Her hair was loose and silky, and her lips shimmered with gloss. And with his coat draped over her shoulders, she was radiant and utterly dazzling. Every time I tried to speak to Alaric alone, whether unintentional or on purpose, she'd always interrupt with something about border affairs.

They didn’t need to know just how sadistic a creature their daughter bartered me to was. When they discovered the doctor who tended to my fake abortion and reinstatement of virginity status was my grandfather’s deceased brother, their brows were raised, but they didn’t seem surprised to hear he was a vampire. Once again, I was discovering one of the many secrets they’d kept from me while growing up.

It was filled with ornate chandeliers, a grand piano, and a large marble fireplace. Outdoors, the grounds of the estate were just as impressive. There were gardens and fountains, and a pond with a picturesque bridge. The grounds were decorated with trees, flowers, and shrubs, and there was a large pool and tennis court. “Be careful, Melissa, you will fall and hurt yourself,” Linda warned with her beautiful smile. "Oh! Sorry, I got lost looking at your house." Melissa smiled shyly. “Your house is so beautiful. I've never seen anything like it "

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

The kind of virgin that would probably blush if someone said the word thrust too loudly. But still… I wasn’t a child. I was twenty. An adult. And in this generation, you didn’t need experience to know things. You opened your phone, tapped the wrong, or right site, and suddenly you knew enough to make your soul leave your body out of curiosity. It wasn’t like I went looking for it all the time. But it was there. And Damien Rivera was exactly the kind of man your imagination would go feral over without permission. The kind of man who looked like he’d take you to every part of his muscular body in every corner of a bedroom and still have you losing your mind before you even processed what was h

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.