Beautiful Bride By Flyleaf Novels & Stories

Miranda never ceases to miss any moments uncaptured. And Beatrice? She didn’t say a word. Just placed a hand over her heart and smiled, her eyes shining, the joy of a mother. We were really doing this, Leah was getting married. It was getting more and more real day by day. We packed the cloth to leave and people kept praising Leah's beauty. Well I must say, she's really beautiful. On our way, we decided to branch to the jewelry shop, just for normal shopping though.

Kimmy is holding up her phone so Morgan can see. “Ok, close your eyes and let me lead you,” Abigail demanded. I close my eyes, and she leads me back to the pedestal, “Step up now.” “Amelie, open your eyes, beautiful bride,” Abigail requested. I open my eyes, and I start ugly crying. I can’t believe how beautiful I look. I look like a real bride, but I’m crying with a mix of emotions. I’m happy for this wedding but sad that it’s not real. I want it to be real. I want to be with Nathan forever. Mila is straight over to me with tissues.

Dora asked, but her husband didn't answer, as if he had tried telling her what was happening, Dora might have tried to cause a scene. Suddenly, the bride’s song was being played. Cathleen walked down the aisle with her head held high and a proud smile on her face. Despite being surrounded by guests in fancy attire, she stood out like a masterpiece in a room full of sketches. The strapless wedding dress hugged her slim frame perfectly, highlighting her alluring collarbones and curves. Every step she took exuded confidence and beauty, making it clear that she didn't need anyone to give her hand in marriage—she was already a masterpiece created by God.

At the threshold he paused, his voice carrying back to her. “Sleep in peace tonight, my bride,” he said. “Tomorrow, I will show you why you must obey.” Then he left, his steps fading into the silence. Bliss sank to her knees in the aisle, her body trembling. The key cut into her palm where she had clutched it too tightly, leaving an imprint against her skin. She pressed her forehead to the cold wood of the pew, tears slipping down her face. The house had called her, and Damon had caught her. Yet still, deep inside, the certainty burned. She would return again. She would open the latches. Whatever truth lay hidden, she would find it.

I whispered. The next gift came from Claire. A pair of crystal earrings, new, sparkling in the light. "Something new," she said with a smirk. "Because every bride deserves to shine." I laughed, shaking my head. "You guys are too much." The third gift came from Leah. A handkerchief, embroidered with tiny floral patterns. "Something borrowed," she said, grinning. "And no, I don’t expect you to actually use it. Just hold onto it. It’s supposed to bring good luck."

Stubbornly staying alive to wait for him. As she saw herself through his eyes, she turned toward him. Her eyes glowed in his color. She smiled. “Didn’t I tell you?” Liam whispered. “That is our bride.” ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

" She was the mastermind behind everything, but she managed to hide herself well because of our years of friendship, and no one suspected her at all. "Those 30 men were specially prepared for you. Enjoy them, Emma." Sophie laughed loudly as she looked at me, tauntingly and with disdain. She could almost see what was about to happen to me. "You'll definitely become the most beautiful bride tonight—and the dirtiest slut there is!" I looked at her in despair and disappointment. My heart was in so much pain that I could hardly breathe, while tears started to fall from my eyes. Compared to Owen's betrayal, Sophia's betrayal hurt me the most.

“You sure you still want to get married? You know you can still change your mind?” Luca whispered to me as Micah chuckled. “Maybe try finding someone you love then you can advise,” I whispered back Father Simon shook his head as he looked at us. I was glad the man who used to be Mum’s best friend was the one marrying us off. The bridesmaids walked in with Carly wheeling first, then Megan, Jordin and lastly Adele, who was her maid of honor, walking into a rendition of Yellow by Brooklyn Duo

Now she had to ask herself if whole civilizations had suffered such a fate. “That is the Flying Nun,” he said, moving over to caress the contraption. “You lie on the straps facedown so that you are suspended horizontally, legs and arms wide like you’re flying. You’re naked, of course. There are no clothes permitted in Heaven. When you fly in this, Herrera then has access to every part of your body, your lovely breasts, your ass, your cuchara, everything. There is nothing I cannot do to you then. You will love the Flying Nun like I do, sí?”

Grateful for any small human sound that could exist beside the note. Elaine’s tablet chimed again. She looked down. “I have preliminary enhancement on the paper edge,” she said. “There are partially printed letters at the torn side.” Daniel turned. “From what kind of document?” “Inventory or storage list.” Elaine adjusted the image. “I can make out ‘bridal,’ possibly ‘veil,’ and a number.” Leah’s heart beat hard. The veil. Not only the dress. The veil had hidden her face at the altar. The veil had allowed a lie to walk down the aisle with everyone pretending not to see what was wrong.