Virgin River Novels & Stories

Jealous of the attention the thoughts of her sister was getting, a migraine came in and kissed it's way into her head. "Here. Have this." Eleanor opened her eyes and found that Anna was holding out a huge flask to her. "What is that?" "A native drink from Western Africa. One of my friends brought me back some from her trip." "How does your realm-" "I have human friends too." Eleanor closed her eyes. Her head was throbbing. "What is it?" She managed to get out. "A local drink." "Why're you giving it to me?" "A peace offering." Eleanor breathed out a weak smile.

“So, what do I do today?” “Come with me.” The duo walked outside of the mansion and through the trees and path of fresh flowers. They stopped in front of a pond. Across of the pond was a closed cave. “Your task is to walk on the water without falling in.” Violet shrugged, “Easy peasy.” She enveloped her body with energy and took a step into the pond. Immediately, she felt a wave of energy flung her away. She balanced herself and looked at Poison questionably.

“Okay! I don’t need you here for the rest of the plan. I’ll do it myself!” Virginia, who had always wanted to kill Charlotte, mustered all the strength required to complete the job out of nowhere, picked Charlotte up, and threw Charlotte into the lake like a sack. Splash! A huge splash of water appeared on the clear lake, and in a blink of an eye, Charlotte sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared. Looking at the rippling surface, Virginia gave off a triumphant smirk on her plump face. ‘Sotiria Green! How can this little b*tch beat me?! I’m now the ultimate winner!’

~Tyra’s Point of View~ Obviously this wouldn’t be my first time being intimate but the anticipation sure made it seem like it. Reba was practically falling over herself trying to chase him down. We came through some brush and I heard the sound of water faintly trickling. It was easy to track Ridge between his scent and the blood on him, which simultaneously made me weak with desire but also disgusted. I didn’t like my mate being hurt and I was desperate to fix his wounds.

There is no other way to escape the wolves. I leap from the short bluff and fall through the air before plunging into the water. My body is swept away and carried off, and there is hardly a chance to breathe. I'm dunked and drowned in the water, spinning and twirling in its eerie darkness, but I manage to steal gulps of air when I can. The current begins to slow, and its thrashing grip loosens up. My scent is masked under the water, so I let it carry me further, numbed to its deadly cold. The river leads to the ocean, and as long as I am within its hold, my father will stay at bay.

Lily’s pov. “If you think you get to walk in here… claiming my mate… you are surely mistaken. Virginia Wood, you are hereby banished from the Black Rainforest tribe, never allowed to step foot on these lands again. If you do not leave on your own, right now, I will drag you off of our lands myself,” Sapphire growls out, taking control over my body. Virginia doesn’t look scared, she looks cocky. She has a smirk on her face while she has her arms crossed against her chest.

"I’m early. Speaking of which, isn't your own milestone coming up? I assume the party will be legendary." This Olivia was brittle. Anxious. Nothing like the poised woman Victor had seen at the wedding. Mateo shook his head. "Not this year. I’m taking Victor to the Vargas Private Island. Just the two of us. Total isolation." Olivia’s gaze finally snapped to Victor. Her lip curled in a silent snarl. Victor felt the heat of her envy, but he had a role to play. He reached across the table, lacing his fingers with Mateo’s.

ALLYSSA'S POINT OF VIEW I sat in that luxurious chair, unable to tear my eyes away from the pristine carpeted floor. The contrast between this opulence and the filth of the basement I had just left almost made me dizzy. My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three.

he explained. “You mean a prostitution hub?” “I was trying to make it sound more fancy,” River quipped, a ghost of smile on his lips. I gritted my teeth. “I don’t like where this conversation is going, River,” I said, my voice laced with warning. “Relax. Ramona runs one of the most extensive escort services in the city. It’s the only way you can get inside the Viper’s Den without raising suspicion. I just need you to approach her and convince her that you want to join her agency.”

The journal hints at a forbidden ritual to break the curse—but it involves calling the river spirit directly. With the help of Maeve and Alara’s journal, Evelyn performs the ritual under the blood moon. The river rises unnaturally. Mist wraps around her like fingers. The spirit—neither man nor beast—emerges, cloaked in water and shadow. It offers Evelyn a choice: become the river’s keeper and end the cycle, or refuse and let another die in her place.