Virgin River Stories Novels & Stories

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

It was my first time to experience foursome… with my stepdaughter and my two sons. It was a great experience, though. We were all satisfied when we returned to our respective rooms. When Maverick’s graduation came, we decided to let him have Alicent alone in one night. Then in the next few days and nights, we never stopped filling her holes. Not until Manuel went home with his pregnant wife. Maverick landed on a decent job in the city, which left me, my wife, and Alicent alone in our house. Throughout the vacation, it was just me and Alicent satisfying each other. And it was great, I have enjoyed it so much.

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

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.

His touch made me freeze. Then I said it ....the only thing I could think of. “I’m a virgin.” The words slipped out, sharp and frightened. Everything stopped. Christopher’s hand froze midair. His expression changed. The smirk disappeared. The room went quiet. He blinked once, as if the words had slapped him harder than I ever could. “What?” he asked, his voice suddenly low and unsure. “I’m a virgin,” I repeated, my voice shaking. “You’re scaring me.” For a moment, he just stared at me.... no words, no movement. The air between us felt heavy.

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