Virgin River Novels & Stories

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

Exploring the Enchantment of the River Gandak and the Promise of New Ventures . The gentle breeze whispered secrets of the wild as Sonia guided the group along the meandering River Gandak, their boat a mere speck amidst the grandeur of the Valmiki Tiger Reserve. The air thrummed with excitement, and each woman aboard was excited for the wonders that awaited. The serene waters mirrored the cloudless sky, reflecting the lush greenery that hugged the riverbanks.

Mia liked her reflection in the mirror that was even unrecognizable because of the added makeup. There was already a car that had come to pick her up. At first she was sad Luca didn't come himself but when the driver told her he was creating a surprise date for her, her hear fell at ease. The driver drove for close to an hour till they had reached a river with boats in it. He dropped her and directed her so she could walk the miles on her own. She kept looking around for the man she was supposed to meet here. "Lady in red, you must be Miss..._"

I think I'll be okay. Ben kept smiling and trying to talk to Annie, she was so red and shy, he could not keep his eyes off her. "Hey! So you’re from West Virginia, where in WV? "a little town outside of Wheeling, she said. "Oh, okay, sounds nice he said with a smile. "Hey, sorry ladies, where would you lovely ladies want something to drink, he said. Water, we all said. Okay, water coming right up. "Hey! Sherry, where's Derrick tonight?" He is with the guys. I gasped when I felt someone standing behind me. I know who that is... Then I felt him on my back, close to my ear.

Isabella paced the length of the living room, her fingers trembling as she clutched a crumpled newspaper. Every line screamed the same nightmare: Damian Knight bride is no virgin… she was bought, used, and discarded in Russia. The words burned into her mind like acid, each one a jagged shard cutting through the fragile calm she had managed to build around her heart. She could still hear the soft echoes of Damian’s laughter from their wedding night, the tender way he had held her close as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And now, all of that seemed fragile, like a glass sculpture on the edge of a cliff.

I've cooked many a fish over a campfire in my time, but I've never seen anyone do as professional a job preparing them as she did. Before long, Mei and I had the fire going. As we waited for the coals to form, we decided to put together some makeshift cocktails. I had brought an empty, collapsible water jug that I'd filled with fresh, cold river water and some iodine tablets for purification purposes. We mixed that with some vodka and crystal light to make what we called "river cocktails." Mei hung a bluetooth speaker on a nearby tree branch and cranked up some tunes. We all sat around the fire pit on smooth, fallen logs that someone had put there years ago. I was sure they were the same log

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

a part of the bridge was still under construction and Kendall would die if she kept going that way. She instinctively turned the wheel to the right hand side and the car fell straight Into the river. Once she had fallen Inside the river she took off her stiletto and kept hitting the windshield with it. The water was coming in quickly and Kendall was having a hard time breaking the windshield. Soon the water was at shoulder level making it even harder for her to see. She was determined to survive and would do everything she could to survive this . She can't die yet, she still has a few scores to settle.

Along with the decay and disrepair. A hodgepodge of shabby little houses and trailers, the 33-acre tract of land sat floating off shore in swampy muck out on the river. There was one passageway on and off, Riverreach Road, and when the downpours came and rising water engulfed that narrow access strip, the two hundred or so residents who called this place home would take to their fishing boats, or rely on volunteer firefighters to pull them out to safety. The flood-prone isle remained unincorporated—an obscure, rundown corner of Appalachia smack in the middle of the flowing currents. Some looked at its advantages of having no taxes, no government intrusions, and saw their own ideal slice of h