Beloved Bride Novels & Stories

She looked at her handsome husband and said, "When sweet Avery was fifteen years old, she asked the Lord to bless me with a handsome husband. I didn't know that all her prayers would come true. You are my rock, my handsome husband. I promise to honour and respect you. I love your beautiful soul, and I am blessed to know that you are mine." The guests clapped their hands. Pastor Basil was beaming with joy, then he blessed the wedding rings. Keith held Bridgette's left hand, and he inserted a diamond wedding ring on her finger. He looked at her with eyes full of love and said, "I am blessed to find my home in your heart, and I promise to love you through eternity, my stunning wife."

His face was calm and he seemed collected. Asides that, they were both wearing sought of deep blue uniform and they looked like as if they are well taken care of. Belladonna got the fifth door. Hung on it was the kind of slate which had a name carved on it. Moria Nakunriver. She furrowed her eyebrows at that. That was the name of the previous bride, the one who had authored the book containing all those rules she had read. The bride whom everyone had thought would be the last.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sound of church bells, melancholy but resounding, reached the heart of a nearby girl, during a sacred marriage in progress. In the middle of the church is a couple of bride and groom saying their vows, the bride's gentle face smiling. The groom is tall and stylish, lightly kissing the bride's cheeks, with a loving face, this scene is so happy, it makes many people dream. However, she was the only person in the lonely and lonely hall, silently mourning and heartbreaking. Can she not be he

Present Cassandra. A wedding ought to be a beautiful thing. A joyous and memorable occasion. Where two souls are joined in holy matrimony. Bonded by laws. To love, to Cherish and obey. In sickness, health and otherwise. The day where two young lovers vowed to spend the rest of their lives together in each other's arms. A percent union of two imperfect people. Like the happily ever after. It is meant to be a loving, intimate, selfless relationship between a man and a woman.

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

When the event started later and Lynd met Sarah in the wedding room it seemed there was no time for them to exchange stories, must have been too busy. "Sarah..." said Lynd. The bride sits elegantly in a wedding dress with all the sparkling beauty of the world shining on her, a happy face but looks tense facing an important day in a phase of life Sarah can't hide. Lynd slowly approached. Seeing the face of a person who she wanted to meet recently made Sarah stand up even though the small movements made it difficult for her because all the knick-knacks of the attributes of her magnificent wedding dress moved along with her movements.

Calming myself down, I needed to focus on something else anything but her or I will lose my mind. She looked gorgeous too gorgeous for her own good as hungry eyes were eating her up, then the bride came, Elena was beautiful but she holds nothing to Lukrezia. The groom and the bride were looking in lust to one another, then the vows came something stuck in my mind and in my heart, I will love you till my last breath, you are the center of the universe i live and prosper in, you will be my mate, my wife and my all, till the last day of my life.

It belonged to the old butler of the Atkinson's family. "What is it now?" Sylvia Atkinson didn't bother to look over her shoulder. She rather kept her focus on the entrance with hope to see her son's face any second now. "It's about the bride. She is here along with her family." The old man didn't hesitate before breaking down the news to her.

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.

I started and I had to end for the peace of their lives, she was in particular. My family is waiting for us and immediately go to the location of the event. The sacred place that will be a witness to the bond of life with the person who has been with me. The music introduced the arrival of the bride, who walked towards the altar, had echoed. I stood waiting for the bride to approach me without looking back. She is still Adelle, not Beatrice. I don't want Beatrice's face to always loom over me. Enough, we are finished. The marriage that should be happy but even leaves tightness in my chest. The affair left a longing that might not be able to be treated.