Virgin River Novels & Stories

By then, my fur had endured so many burns from the sun’s fiery blaze that my weak body could no longer withstand the torture. I almost collapsed when I limped into the dense forest now blanketed with so many trees that the sun saw no home in it, but even my weak beast urged me forward until I got to a stream. I crouched beside it and dipped my whole face in it and swallowed water from it like the humped beast of the red sands, which could only be found in the king’s court in King’s Landing. When I couldn't have enough of it, I fell into the water and groaned at the same time my beast did, at the relief which flushed through my body at that moment.

I swing my legs over the edge feet hitting the cool floor. And that is when I see it, a faint stain on the sheets, dark against the white. Not much, but unmistakable. Blood. Not from the bites, those were controlled, healed. This is different. Evidence of her virtue, spilled in our first joining. A confirmation of my suspicion. She was truly a virgin.

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 kitten heels. Beautiful. "Virginia.." I whisper, "wow!" A stunning, shy smile spreads across her angelic features, and a slight blush emanates over her high cheekbones. ~*~ One game of crazy golf, a walk along the canal, and a beautiful, candle lit dinner in the best restaurant in town; Virginia and I are walking along t

He preferred the regular whores. He'll just have to go to work in hopes that she has resumed before he gets back otherwise, he's going to make sure that the Agency doesn't have another client in the future. Bunch of idiots. **** Serenity arrived at Los Angeles. One of the big cities in California after crying and consoling everyone at the convent. She was loved by most of the sisters so she knew that her absence would be felt but still, it won't stop her from chasing her dreams. After leaving the convent, she booked a cab and they left after she gave him her direction. They drove her all the way to Atlanta.

But deep down, I knew that I wouldn't wait for him this time. The next morning, I received a message from Serene. It was a simple location pin from Moon Goddess Church. Despite knowing it could be a trap, I headed for the location stated in the pin. I couldn't risk ignoring anything, knowing it could be something important at stake. When I arrived, the scene I saw completely shattered my world. The altar of Moon Goddess Church was draped in white Easter lilies and gauzy silk, a vision straight out of a dreamy fairytale.

He didn’t answer right away, just looked at me, his gaze traveling over me. I sat on the slick, moss-dampened rocks and slowly, deliberately, pulled my dress over my head, letting the jungle air whisper against my bare skin. Cupping the frigid stream water, I poured it over my heavy, ripe breasts, watching the thin, damp fabric of my bra cling to the crests before I slowly, agonizingly submerged. A sharp, undeniable cry tore from my throat, the water was a shocking, icy plunge. Ram laughed, a deep, rich sound that seemed to vibrate in his chest, even as he was already stripping. He hauled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the bronze perfection of his torso.

He didn’t so much as glance at her, his eyes locked instead on the river’s dark expanse. Beatrice continued muttering curses, but her voice dwindled, swallowed by the steady rush of water. Hours dragged by. Two hours later, a rescuer clambered up the bank, his boots caked in mud. His face was grim. “Mr. Vanderbilt, we think Ms. Duvall might have been dragged under by debris… or swept farther downstream. This river’s treacherous. The one who disappeared last year was never found—they say the fish got to them first.”

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.

Magdalene says, flipping her hair before coming closer and saying in a small whisper, "Talking about gossip, where have you been?! Last I heard, Mother Superior said you were being punished for your sins" I feel Vanilla still, but her face doesn't betray any emotion from her smile. "What sin?" She shrugs, "She didn't specify. Said it would make her unclean or something if she did. You know how she is" "I know, right?" Vanilla gives a small chuckle, but I can tell this topic makes her uncomfortable with the way she's taking in her small breaths, but she quickly changes it. "I've been— Somewhere. I just thought it'd be nice to be here, for a while. Oh, and I heard that Vino High is having a sw

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 "