Beautiful Bride By Flyleaf Novels & Stories

We got lost in each other and wandered towards our beautiful and bright future together. Finally, I was married to a woman who was perfect for me. My Picture Perfect Bride.....

I fly to the village without the usual burning joy that I've always felt before. The white gowns of the brides flutter in the light wind. My heart doesn't increase its pace at the sight. I don't want one of these women, I want Sierra. I wait for the crashing sensation that usually tells me who the one special bride is. And I wait. I fly over once, circle, and fly over again. Sierra wants me to love this bride. Those were her final words. I stop fighting fate and open my heart to my next bride. "I will try," I tell the wind.

mom said again. "Well, why don't you let Beverly get married to Mr. Popular?" I half yelled. "I'm sorry honey but you were chosen, don't try doing anything stupid okay," mom said and giggled like a maniac. "Hey!! come fix her face, she ruined the first makeup" mom said and walked out. *** I walked down the aisle with dad holding my hands. "You're so beautiful honey" dad whispered leading me to where my groom was standing. As soon as we got to where my groom was standing, he took over from my dad gripping my hand tightly.

My life was going to change after today. I had always imagined my wedding to be simple, with Suzy and Rose as my bridesmaids but they weren't even going to attend, instead some people I have no idea of were going to be my bridesmaid. My wedding was going to be the wedding of the season. So, I'd be the anonymous bride of Don. That had gotten a sad sigh from me. The door to where I was sitting alone to stare at myself opened. "You'd soon be called out." A female in her mid twenties said.

As my eyes returned to Zara, I noticed the fireflies encircling her, casting a radiant light that seemed to emanate from an angel. I was in such awe of her beauty that I let out a little gasp. I stepped closer to her, my breath quickening, and swept her up in a bridal manner, racing to get her to the cabin. What happened next was unexpected... ****

Could a place so beautiful be cursed? Perhaps entering paradise always demanded a price. As the midday sun faded, Caelia wandered through the shallows of the lagoon, the warm water lapping at her feet. The giant rock cast a comforting shadow, while the whispering leaves above masked the unease that still clung to her from the monstrous wyvern’s attack. At first, she flinched at every rustle or beating of wings, mistaking harmless birds for threats. But gradually, the tranquil atmosphere began to soothe her, and she found herself captivated by a large butterfly perched on a blade of grass at the water’s edge. It crept closer, drinking from the cool surface, its fragile beauty a sharp contrast

Judi fights with her at almost every turn especially when she’s interfering with the interior decor—Judi’s specialty. “Hi, welcome to Bridals Parlour.” A really tall woman with really tall heels approaches us, her blonde hair in a tight bun. For a second I wonder if she’s got any circulation to her brain at all. “I’m Kayla Evans.” She smiles warmly, which somehow breaks the serious aura she has going on. Her cool green eyes meet mine. “You must be the bride, yes?” I nod once. “I am. And this is my daughter, one of the flower girls.”

The whole church quieted down, anticipating the moment when the bride would step in. Brielle, Cora and the other bridesmaids walked down the aisle before it was finally Brae's turn. She was holding onto William's arm in a solid grasp who looked down at her with a kind smile. As she started walking all eyes were on her. Brae was the one who had chosen 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri to be played at her wedding . A faint smile graced Brae's lips on thinking how the song was appropriate to express her feelings.

Lyra replied. Rhea took a shaky breath. “I’m going to be his bride,” she said. For a moment, the noise around them faded. Lyra froze. Her eyes widened slowly. “Whose bride?” “Rowan’s. Mr. Rowan,” Rhea said, the excitement spilling out of her voice. Lyra stared at her as she had just spoken madness. “Rhea.” “I know how it sounds,” Rhea said quickly. Lyra shook her head, disbelief written all over her face. “You need sleep.”

With reluctance and a lethal fight against her pride, Lexie took it and wrapped it around her naked body, hiding herself away from the shame she felt. Zheme got in bed then, laying on his side so he could stare at his beautiful bride. Though her hair was unkempt and her face bare of makeup, she still looked like a porcelain doll, her skin flawless and as shiny as gold. His hand reach out to touch her face, but she was too far and immediately he found himself saying... "Come here, Kitten." Lexie didn't make a move, she laid on her side, begrudgingly assessing the outstretched arm until she remembered his words.