Bachelorette Story Novels & Stories

Melinda tried not to be jealous, but Bree had gotten everything good that life could give her: beauty, brains—and freedom. "Seriously. You couldn't pay me enough to go back in," Bree said with a laugh. She turned to Melinda. "Where to next?" Melinda glanced around the resort grounds. The sun had set an hour before and the only shadows left were the ones cast by tall lamps. "I don't know." She released a sigh. "I'm sorry. I know this wasn't the bachelorette party you had in mind. I'm just not good at this kind of stuff. I hope your friends won't be too disappointed."

By jaw-dropping, I mean really jaw-dropping. Vachère adult entertainment luxury resort outside the city was where she had fixed my bachelorette party and getaway with the entire bridal train and I. Yes, the same place Adonis told me about, and I lied about going there to Ashley. Christ. I was shocked when she announced it, and on getting there, I had to pretend to have forgotten my way around the massive resort, since I literally could not recognize anything.

Her words were true. Too true. I met her eyes for a second before looking away again. Fuck. Give Ms. Love Cynic a ring on her finger and she really did turn into Seattle’s resident love guru. Give me a break. “You’ll be pleased to know that I finally booked your bachelorette weekend,” I said, knowing it’ll get her off the topic of my relationship. “No shit?” I grinned. “Next weekend. You, me, Mish, right?”

In the background, I heard my other friend, Lucinda, talking with her other girlfriends. I groaned, remembering I was supposed to go out on the town with them for Lucinda's bachelorette party tonight. I looked at the clock and saw I had overslept and gotten distracted. We were supposed to do a bar crawl along Bourbon Street. I internally groaned when I realized I wouldn't be able to participate in the drinking, and I would have to find some logical reason to give because I wasn't ready to divulge to anyone, I was pregnant yet.

Today would be the last day she got to be Cassandra Meyers, and she's such a mess, with the pregnancy and the anxiously excited thrill, she could hardly sleep. When evening came, Cassandra,Nichole,Rosemary, Grace and I shuffled our way through the club. I had Promised myself,no more bars and clubs. But it was easier said than done. Besides, It was Cassandra’s bachelorette party. Aiden and Callum had specifically instructed us 'No parties or anywhere near strip club' but Grace and Rosemary was adamant and they are a bunch of rebellious old ladies. Of course, Callum and Aiden thought that we were heading down the beach and they expected us to braid our hairs and sing 'hallelujah’ in the night

We were laughing, talking about Érica and Emília's excitement about organizing my bachelorette party that was happening the following Saturday, but our fun was interrupted by an intruder. "Bachelorette party?How tacky!" Isabella stopped next to our table. "Don't waste your time with this." Get it into your head that you're not going to marry Heitor. He's mine, always has been, not even that bitch Nicole could take him away from me. "Speaking of me, skeleton with hair?" Nicole appeared out of nowhere behind Isabella. "Ah, but that's what I needed! Came out of the grave, geriatric caregiver?" Isabella replied, turning to face Nicole. That would be interesting to see.

“Wow. Have I told you I love you?” Before I could reply, she dashed to another section of the store. I stopped by the window to check the group chat. Becca’s bachelorette was tonight. She wanted it at a strip club. No female strippers, only males. I spied Lynn plucking hangers from the rack and holding them against her chest. The smile on her lips made me grin, and I typed a reply I wouldn’t have on a regular day. Or maybe before both men walked into my life.

We walk into the club…they have really gone all the way for us…there is a section with probably twenty woman or more…We head up to the bar so I can quickly tell Sebs we are here. Becca ~”Hey Sebs.” Bartender ~”Oh honey it is good to see you. He has been a real pain in the ass!” Becca ~”This is Lori and Brenda. It is Lori’s bachelorettes.” Bartender ~”I can’t believe you are going through all this to get him back. Why don’t you just phone him?” Becca ~”No he has to phone first! Can we have a quick round?” Sebs pours a round of shooters…I look at the girls and they both are looking like they are going to kill me

Reassuring me, I went over it and stumbled again across. Alexis Alessandro... Princess? She a Bachelorette? Which means to be invited you must have a high body count. A body count over 5 people per year. Thinking about her with another man, doing the things she did with me made my blood boil. I had to be there especially with all these Bachelors waiting to get a piece of her. I could picture them drooling over her, flirting with her, touching....HER. "Are we ready about tomorrow?" I barked interrupting their conversation. They shared a worried look and confirmed me that everything was awaiting for us.

“Um, he approached, offered to take me on a date, and that was how it all started,” A smirk curved my lips as I began to understand the roots of their conversation. Aunt Eunice must have asked about how we met, and I give it to Christina, she’s a very good liar. She didn’t appear to be under any pressure, as she was selling it to the naive old woman. I wanted to join them, but I held back, just to see where it'll head. “That’s a lovely story, one your kids will enjoy someday and it reminds me so much of my husband, Richard. Bless his soul,” I heard the sadness in her voice as she placed a palm on her chest.