Beloved Bride Novels & Stories

As the sun began to rise over the quaint village of Eldoria, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. Marissa, the beloved daughter of the village elder, was soon to wed the formidable Alpha Dario, a man known not only for his strength but also for his unwavering loyalty to his people. The wedding was fast approaching, and with it came a flurry of gifts from far and wide, each more extravagant than the last.

Mykhol pulls me in. “Your-” I choke with shock. “Cousin, that’s not-” “Your bride, my my.” Belinda flutters her lashes as Father’s face hardens. “She is not-” But Belinda cuts him off to clap. “Very nice. I like that. I like it very much.” A sweet smile is on her lips as if she means it. “A bride, indeed- husband?” Belinda turns on a dime and is no longer interested in us.

“Today, the goddess herself shall bless your bond.” Where is mother? ‘Christen asked ‘, She's bonding with her daughter in-law, Orren answered, and they all laughed. Christen bowed his head slightly. “Thank you, Father. I only pray I am worthy of her — of Liora.” Eldric smiled knowingly. “A true mate is not about worth, my boy. It’s about purpose. And the two of you… your destinies were written in the same breath.” Outside, the trumpets changed their tone — a sign that the bride was approaching.

I could do nothing but hug him. "I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend."

My name written in a cursive sprawl quickly became blurry as tears began to build. “I forgot how much of a meddling bitch you are. How about you do us a favor and either get lost or shut up so I can talk to Raelynn. It’s important.” Chandler ignored her loud shriek of spanish slurs that was yelled in his direction. His focus remained on me, the volume of his voice rising to speak louder than Daniella. “I’m getting married. And I wanted you to-” “Are you fucking-” “Married?” I squeaked.

’ She earned beaming and nodding from the two girls. After that, the journalist smiled to the camera and then in the studio, two female anchors thanked her. He sipped the tea, thinking perhaps this news program that his cousin talked about last night. Still sipping his tea, he watched the two women on the tv engaged in interesting talk. ‘Let’s read another mailpinion. This one’s subject is, I hope it’s my fairy tale, from Marianne Jones’ The black-haired anchorwoman paused to give her colleague a meaningful look, then she continued to read. ‘Since the Crown Prince is going under cover among us, I think it’s a huge change for every single lady in the country accidentally meet him or befriend

“There. All done.” I leaned against the counter after finishing, my nails digging into my palm. It took me months… months, to get close to him. To be the one he trusted, the one allowed in his space. He doesn’t let people touch him easily. I worked for that. I earned it. And now, she just shows up out of nowhere, and he’s married to her? Married. The word alone made me see red. She was changing him. He used to be sharp, cold, untouchable. Now, he hesitated before yelling at her. He worried about her.

" Celine? The substitute bride?" I stiffened at his choice of words. I never really liked when others called her that. She is my wife after all and I am the only person allowed to call her that. Only I had that right! " Yes" I replied him I watched as Samson waved a hand. " Come on man....why are you soo bent out of shape? Is this seriously the reason why you're like this? " I could hear the disappointment and disbelief in his voice. " We all know that she was never the real bride.....she was was not supposed to be your wife in the first place! Emilia left you remember?" He asked rhetorically

and a note. I stared at the image. Seraphina. Not Alexa. Not the version I was grooming to trust me. She was the version he'd owned first. She was asleep in his bed. His sheets tangled were tangled around her body, her shoulders bare. She was vulnerable in the way only someone who felt safe can be. Vincent had taken this when she was still his. The note read: "Your bride used to moan my name in her sleep. She will return to her place soon enough."

I want to cherish her. However, I did not want to take any advantage of her until she was at the right age. When I saw her for the second time in church on our wedding day, my breath got hitched looking at her smooth skin and flawless beauty. She was the epitome of God’s angel. But again, she was an innocent kid. When the priest asked me to kiss my bride, I could see the nervousness on her face and her body. So, I controlled my desire and avoided kissing her, but that made me irritated and annoyed. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss those panels once.