A Bride's Prayer On Her Wedding Day Novels & Stories

The priest, a tall man with silver hair and a kind face, sensed the gravity of the situation and began the wedding rites, his voice resonating through the sacred space. "Dear friends, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Gael and Elma in holy matrimony," the priest began, his words carrying a weight that matched Elma's emotions. "Marriage is a sacred bond, a commitment of love and devotion between two souls. It is a journey filled with joy, challenges, and growth. Today, we come together to bless this union and to affirm the love that Gael and Elma share."

Beside the church stood a white bell tower, its chimes echoing slowly out. As it happened, someone was getting married today. I stood outside the doors and watched quietly. The bride, in a pure white gown, walked step by step down the aisle on her father's arm. The groom's eyes had long since gone red. The priest asked with a smile, "Do you take her, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" "I do." Applause rose from the guests, and I clapped along. My palms burned faintly from clapping.

My aunt led the prayers "Dear Lord, we have come before you on this special day to give you thanks and praise Almighty God. Because your mercies and goodness endures forever. Father we are grateful, for this union of your daughter Zara and your son, Aminu. Father as they are joined together today in holy matrimony, we decree joy overflow, peace, happiness and abundance in their new family" "Amen" we chorused. "Suffering shall never be your portion" she prophesied and we chorused "Amen"

"And also with you." "Let us pray," the priest announced. "Father, hear our prayers for Nikolai and Grace, who today are united in marriage before your altar. Give them your blessing, and strengthen their love for each other. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever" "Amen," everyone answered.

The guest stood up in unison from their seats and applauded the newlywed couple. “BRIDE and GROOM, through their words today, have joined together in holy wedlock, because they have exchanged their vows before God and these witnesses, have pledged their commitment to each other, and have declared the same by joining hands and by exchanging rings, By the power vested in me, I now pronounce them man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The priest declared and stepped back. As soon as the last words registered in Mishka’s mind, she looked up at Christian through her curled lashes. But before she could anticipate anything, Christian lifted her veil and kissed her on the lips, holding her by th

She hears the sound of little feet But first, there's a wedding cake to eat Guests line up to kiss the bride The groom feels like a lucky guy Up above the church bells ring The preacher says which psalm to sing There was silence 'till a bride's maid sighed And someone said she is mine.' with a good clap and cheering. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, and you may now kiss the bride," the priest instructed. Immediately, Diego helped Nicolo in front of him, and Nicolo used his hand to touch my face staring at one place. His thumb found my lips, he halts.

My heart pounding in my throat, palms damp in the lace gloves. Then the priest speaks the final words. The binding words. "You may kiss the bride." My world holds its breath. Wait..what? Kiss??

Thanks to Nicole he managed to pin it in place before I sprinted earlier to this wedding. “Before we start the unity ritual, let us all stand for the Invocation to the Goddesses.” The audience stands altogether and that mesmerizes me. Under this veil, I looked Tyler in the face. The latter just gave me a brief grin and returned his eyes to the altar. “Oh Great Goddesses, you light the night with your brightness, guide our day with your mightiness. May the grace and blessings from the power of three under one belief shall shower over us,” they began praying and I was left listening. I never heard Tyler or Jose or any of them pray solemnly. Not until now.

The noise of the courtyard seemed to fade as the crowd turned to watch the bride approach. Elena stepped forward. The fire crackled between them. The priest began chanting ancient Sanskrit prayers. Words that had bound couples together for centuries. Elena’s heart pounded. She thought of Sameer’s warning. She thought of Julian’s confession. She thought of the cuff still locked around her wrist beneath the layers of bangles. This was the moment where everything became permanent. Julian extended his hand. The firelight reflected in his eyes as he looked at her. Not with softness.

"Wait, this isn't the bridal grown I choose." "Of course, Milady. You don't want to accidentally dirty your bridal grown in the temple, right? This dress is the traditional grown for brides when they ask the goddess for her blessings.", one of the maids explained. "Ask for her blessings?", Katherine mumbled and rapidly noticed that the customs in the Icelands might be different from those in Dragsa. "Hazel, explain it to me please. What does an Icelandic bride need to do on her wedding day?"