Beautiful Bride By Flyleaf Novels & Stories

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

The low, interrupting thuds of the steps were enough to draw everyone's attention towards the entrance, including the bride. Ayla steadied her breath and turned around to look over her shoulder. She couldn't pinpoint why, but she was starting to get nervous. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead. Every last huff of air which left through her parted lips followed her erratic heartbeats.

The swirling tulle, delicate lace, and intricate details began to embody the essence of my dreams, weaving a bridal tapestry that would form the centerpiece of our magical day. As I watched Basilica Cuffling's skilled hands bring their unparalleled artistry to life, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for my loving partner, Damien, who had orchestrated this unforgettable journey, and for Basilica Cuffling, who had infused their expertise into every stitch, creating a masterpiece that would make my heart sing on the day I pledged my forever.

Luca gritted his words with an impertinent scowl sitting on his face. "Well mine is forced dear uncle. Bring me my bride, or else I will handle things my own way. And you know my way involves a lot more violence." I gave a wicked smirk before walking away from them. I need to go somewhere away from these people, somewhere I could think straight. * * * * * * JADE I threw stones into the little pond that shimmered under the glistening sun with my eyes having a faraway look in them. The breeze howled in my ears, carrying strands of my hair across my face and blocking my sight.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

Amora greeted. “Jewel of the palace, a beautiful morning to you too” Luna Ama smiled at her daughter even though the daughter could not see her. “I am envious of you father, you got such a beautiful bride. I wish to have a bride someday as pretty as mother and praise her someday just like you praise mother always”Ryan smiled as he held his sister’s hand to support her and they both walked in to join their parents. “Me too” Amora smiled “I wish to get married to a man someday who would love me for who I am and praise me daily not minding my situation”

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

~Leah pov~ “Bride, walk slowly.” Mother Ruth’s sharp whisper barely reached me beneath the violent pounding of my heartbeat, the heavy veil softened the world into pale shadows as I stood at the entrance of the Sanctuary chapel, my trembling hands locked tightly together beneath layers of white silk, candles flickered against ancient stone walls, casting wavering gold across rows of bowed heads. White flowers lined the aisle in perfect arrangements, their sweet scent mixing with incense thick enough to choke on.

The most important step was using gel to draw two streaks of tears along the Ghost Bride's lower eyelids, then delicately applying gold leaf over them. The streaks looked like falling tears, yet shimmered like a dazzling galaxy, giving her a noble, mysterious air. The Ghost Bride studied her reflection in the mirror. As she turned, the gold leaf caught the light, sparkling like countless tiny stars. Her face hidden beneath the white cloth only heightened her enigmatic charm, making her all the more captivating.

Then the rest of the family until at the end, there are Abigail and Flavia who are also wearing matching clothes with their large family but with a style more suitable for teenagers. Her bedroom door is knocked, and Tessa's shriek pierces her ears. "Oh my God... how did my friend become so beautiful overnight?" She says with sparkling eyes. "Where were you hiding this beauty yesterday?" "Is that a compliment or a tease?" Adaline squints at her friend. "Both," Tessa replies flatly. "But it's true what people say, a bride who rarely wears makeup will look different when she becomes a bride. Her aura becomes more radiant. Like a light, its brightness is already like a high-voltage lamp."