Virgin River Stories Novels & Stories

I fled to the bathroom to have my bath and brush my teeth before strolling out. "Did you enjoy your sleep?" Bradley asked as.....I turned to look at him. How did he get here? I didn't even hear him come in.....what the hell. "Yeah,I did" I replied, taking a full spoon of soup. "That's good,I have an assignment for you" he said as......I looked at him he wasn't smiling and it got me nervous. "I'll be..... going to..... Japan for a two days conference meeting,take this,I don't care how you're going to do it but......I don't expect you to be a virgin when I return" he said coldly as I stared at the vibrator in my hands.

“Sort of. Dante and I grew up in the same house. Same blood. Different scars.” She lifted her glass again, and I noticed the thin white line that ran from her wrist to the base of her palm — barely visible unless you knew to look for it. I couldn’t tell if that was a warning or a dare. “You’re his first?” she asked, tilting her head with mock curiosity. “Or just the first they dragged here wearing a collar?” The question hit like a slap. I’d been wondering the same thing myself — how many women had worn this diamond noose before me? How many had slept in that bed, stared at that mirror, felt the weight of those invisible eyes watching from behind the glass?

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.

Chapter 6: The Breaking Point The Meridian deal gala was the perfect storm. Crystal chandeliers glittered above hundreds of Chicago’s elite. Lila wore a stunning emerald green gown that clung to every curve, with a slit high enough to turn heads. Ryan was in his element—networking, shaking hands, playing the devoted husband. But Lila had her own agenda. She had been exchanging subtle messages with **Victor Lang**, Ryan’s most important business partner on the Meridian project. Victor was in his late 30s—charismatic, powerful, and clearly attracted to her. Tonight, she intended to use that.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Anderson wondered if this was the doing of Suit but scrapped the thought as he remembered his earlier words. Regardless, whatever it was, he had not prepared enough. “What preparations though?” Anderson quietly questioned. Anderson knew there was not many preparations he could put in place. The person coming was a young child. What kind of preparation could he put in place? Slit her throat when no one was looking? Could he even do such a thing? Anderson knew he was by no means a saint. He already had blood on his hands. The blood he used for the summoning ritual was the blood of a virgin. In order to get it, he had to take her life. Anderson believed, for his wife, he would do anything to br

“How’s it going?” “I should be asking you that, married man,” she jokes, then pulls me along with her. We stand in a straight line, in front of a man holding a camera, with the roaring waves behind us. “A minute!” Violet cries from a little distance, making her way over to us. It is hard running in the sand on those heels of hers, but she manages just good, finding her way to the line. I try not to look at the shuffling as Sophia makes way for her, shifting to the other side so Violet can stay next to Teddy. She snakes her arm around his waist while I just stare idly at his other side, my hands to myself.

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

Virginia looked at the optional places and after a quick scan, she wanted to go to the park with some of the great views of natural beauty such as waterfall and the vivid blue lake. “Alright, it seems like everyone is here. Let’s go!” Cedric looked so enthusiastic. “Okay. Let’s go Susan!” Virginia followed form the back. She grabbed Susan’s hand and pulled her to join up. Susan was so honored to be able to spend her time with Virginia. At last she could see that slight smile coming out from her lady’s face. Virginia has entrusted everything to Cedric for the little vacation they had. Virginia was actually still worried if something bad might happen inside the mansion. Moreover, she could not

“Fine. Hit me.” “Have you ever actually wanted anyone to take your virginity before me? Be honest.” Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “No. Not really. I came close a couple times when I was younger, but it always felt… empty. Like I was just trying to get it over with. With you it’s different. Annoying, but different.” She lifted her glass and took a deliberate sip anyway. “There. Bonus drink for honesty.” I grinned. “Good girl.”