Bachelorette Story Novels & Stories

Her eyes trailed down to what I was carrying and she chuckled softly. “I see your taste in wine hasn’t changed, you got your favorite red wine with a bottle of whiskey I presume?” she joked lightly. I gasped, she was absolutely correct. I had bought a little bottle of whiskey to celebrate all alone tonight, she was without doubt Scarlett. “Tell me, are you pregnant for Jace which is why you came to buy this? You only buy this kind of stuff for big occasions.” She teased. A smile crept on my face, she was absolutely correct.

Laura After Nicole Adkins, or as Cassie's friend liked to call her, the drama queen, left, the atmosphere became easier to bear, and then we could now enjoy ourselves together in a good way. The bachelorette party was basically a nice moment where the bride and us talked about marriage and how things worked after the 'I do', the bride asked advice from those of us who were or have been married, and in the meantime, we drank champagne and ate sweets.

Having people who cared. We arrived at restaurant. Nice Italian place. Reserved section for us. Fourteen women total. Good size group. Ordered food. Ordered wine. Lots of wine. Sarah kept glasses full. "Pace yourself," I warned her. "This is bachelorette party. Pacing is not allowed." Dinner was lovely. Good food. Good conversation. Stories about Jake and me. How we met. How we reconnected. How we built our relationship. Jessica told story about Victoria's revenge plot. How Emma handled it with grace and strength.

We flopped onto the leather seats, breathless and laughing. "Okay, okay, game time," Cassidy said, leaning over the table with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "The alcohol has officially kicked in, which means it's time for the real traditions to start." "What traditions?" I asked, leaning my head back against the seat, feeling incredibly dizzy. "Truth or dare," Tessa said, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Bachelorette edition. And since you're the bride, Sloane, you get to go first."

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

But I also have to make sure my brother doesn't go feral. "He's young," Byron said, "Going feral is part of the experience." Emily sauntered off home, still feeling the thrill of the kiss and the delight of liberty thanks to her new protection order against Josh. Just as she was leaving the building, it dawned on her that she had left her handbag. She took the elevator all the way up again and found the bag. Byron's voice reached her from another room; he was already busy talking on the phone to someone. A bit of the conversation caught her interest as it sounded like it had something to do with a movie.

He was a fat dog that eats anything in it's path. "How dare you?" I cried out in mock pain. "Your dress is going to be the most beautiful and elegant wedding dress anyone has ever seen" Layla said dreamily. "That IS true. Mum is getting it custom made by only the best designers in Paris" Alisia also gushed. I smiled weakly, trying and failing to feel excited. I sipped a glass of champagne and listened to the girls talk amongst themselves. "I think the best place to have your bachelorette is Vegas" Janelle said.

“Who said I’m teasing? I’m just warming up for the real fun.” They were waiting to board their flight to Miami for a wild bachelorette trip. Bella wasn’t even the bride – she was just a single friend in desperate need of reckless freedom. Her last relationship had ended when she caught her boyfriend fucking their neighbor in her own kitchen. Since then, she’d vowed to have fun, no strings attached, no guilt, no regrets. A tall man in a navy-blue suit passed by, his eyes lingering on Bella’s chest before he cleared his throat and looked away. She chuckled, biting her lower lip.

But the thing that's been on both of our minds for the last few weeks -- and now will be for the rest of time -- is her bachelorette party. Rachel has a ton of friends; she's funny and engaging, the kind of person that everyone considers a friend even if they've only met her a few times. Deciding which of her countless friends to invite to the wedding was a really difficult process. But for her bachelorette party, she only wanted her three closest friends, Maya, Nicole, and Syd (short for Sydney), all of whom she'd met her freshman year at UCLA. The plan was to have a girls night out in Las Vegas.

she gestures between us, “here we are.” I run a hand through my hair. “Bachelorette party,” I say, getting straight to the point. “Tonight. I need it planned. Properly. Not rushed, not messy. Chloe deserves something good.” "Finally,” she says. “Something we agree on.” Okay… that was unexpected. She flips a page on her clipboard. “I already started drafting ideas. I figured you’d either forget,” she adds casually, “or refuse to ask for help until the last minute.”