Beautiful Bride By Flyleaf Novels & Stories

She had a large diamond-and-silver wedding band on her left hand, along with even more expensive-looking jewelry, making it all too obvious how much she liked to show off her wealth. “Mrs. Feinstein, it’s nice to see you again. I am sorry I did not stop by. I am kind of in a hurry to get back to school and was hoping it would just be mailed, and I could call you about it another time,” Amelia replied, trying to hold back the sarcasm in her voice. Mrs. Feinstein’s perfectly sculpted brows knitted together in judgment, her lips pressed into a thin line. She had a large packet in her hand and handed it to Amelia, just as she saw her aunt coming around the corner in a wheelchair.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

Our faces were inches apart that for a moment I thought he wanted to…you know. Before I knew what was happening, a hand came from behind me and covered my nose with a white handkerchief. I struggled to release myself and breathe but his hold was strong. How could the others stay there and watch this unknown person kill a newly wedded bride? Soon enough, I stopped struggling as I became dizzy and my eyes started closing, but before I blacked out completely, I saw the stand in guy smiling wickedly at me. __________________________________ I opened my eyes and discovered I was lying on a bed. I turned and looked around to know if anyone was there.

In her hands, she holds a magnificent bouquet of my favorite lilies, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. The audience watches in collective anticipation, the hushed whispers adding a layer of mystique to the unfolding moment. My heart pounds in my chest as Gabby gracefully descends to one knee before me, her smile radiant and maybe a bit nervous. The world around us blurs, leaving only her in sharp focus. The lilies she presents, a symbol of our shared history, carry a profound weight. I take the bouquet from her outstretched hands and hold the flowers close to my chest.

I was seething inside. Holly let out a scornful snort and yanked him back. "Jack, you're too innocent, still making excuses for Hayden! I bet he's just jealous of how well we treat you, so he's desperate for our attention. A filthy maid's daughter is hardly worth our notice." I nodded, pleased with myself. "Well then, I won't interrupt your little harem." With that, I led Larissa into the upscale boutique next door. I gestured to the priciest jewelry behind the glass. "Bring these out for me. Let my bride-to-be have a try."

She's making me hard unknowingly so I had to leave the dinning. Ryan is right, I really want her. Heather (Lauren's mom). "I can't believe you are this cruel, I made a great mistake agreeing to marry you, you brought me nothing but pain " I shout at Ryder. "I don't care, you are never grateful for what I did for you, I saved your ass from being homeless after my stupid brother died "he says. Or after you killed him, for your own selfish reasons " "Give me the fucking money Heather " he growls.

Petals floated down from the balcony, drifting like snowflakes kissed by the sun. The bridesmaids glided forward, a picture of choreographed elegance. Blush silk dresses. Glinting heels. Perfect smiles. Each one held a delicate bouquet of white orchids and blood-red roses—Beauty’s symbolic fusion of innocence and danger. Then… She appeared. Beauty. The bride.

The sound of the ocean waves whooshed as they hit the shoreline outside their balcony, the lullaby rocking them gently to sleep. *** Seated on the bride’s side next to Ritchie and Bruce, Chris beamed as he watched Fiona walk down the aisle in a floral, designer bridesmaid’s gown. In her hands, she carried a single Bird of Paradise flower, and her blonde hair was in an updo, revealing her high cheekbones and long neck. Their eyes met, and hers crinkled into an unmistakable, naughty smirk, causing

Claiming Sarn 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.