Beloved Bride Novels & Stories

The ceremony was over, and their mate bond was sealed forever. “You may kiss your bride,” said the priest. With shaky hands, Brishor stepped closer to Meryl. He lifted her veil and the world faded. “I love you, my queen,” he said and leaned down to kiss his beautiful wife. She closed her eyes while he continued to stare at her, seeing her face through his heavy-lidded eyes. When he pulled away, he licked her lips. He squeezed her hand and then they turned to face the crowd. The priest brought Meryl’s crown—a gold circlet with a lapis lazuli in the center. Brishor took the crown and placed it on her head.

[ Marcello ] “Why are you doing this, Ella? Can’t you see how much I love you?” Blood boiled in my veins. I felt betrayed by two people I loved the most. They were standing too close. She was wearing her bridal dress, she’s going to be my bride but she was in my brother’s arms. I could feel the pang in my heart. My vision became hazy. I didn’t want to believe on my eyes but they weren’t deceiving me but my bride and my brother.

“To be loved, to be cherished. Just let go.” And Bloom did. She surrendered fully to the illusion, allowing the whispers of doubt to fade into the background. As she laughed and danced among her flowers, she was convinced that this was her destiny, the life she had always dreamed of, finally within her grasp. But unbeknownst to her, the storm outside continued to brew, and Damon became restless when he heard the blood bride has escaped, he tried to find here in everycorner of the world, but could not reach for her. It was only a day left in the wedding and the bride was yet to be found.

Her veil, intricately embroidered, cascaded down her back like a gentle waterfall. The bridesmaids Abigail and Shelley , in soft pastels, walked gracefully down the aisle, followed by the flower girl, scattering petals with innocent delight. Isabella took a deep breath, the scent of roses and fresh pine mingling in the air. Sebestian stood beside her, a proud smile on his face, as they began their slow walk down the aisle. Each step echoed with significance, memories of a lifetime leading to this moment. She was overwhelmed by the fact that she was no longer going to stay with her parents.

She swaggered, speaking smugly. "I heard that the bride was forced to marry Steven. This wedding was held only to meet Royal requirements. Steven, am I right? Your father threatened her, so she had no choice but to agree to marry him. There is one more thing that I want to tell everyone, Steven currently has an outside lover also named Diana. This bride's name is also Diana, did he ever take her to be a replacement? By the time she's no longer worth taking advantage of, he'll throw her away like a toy. This bride is truly pitiful."

The other person explained: “Don’t you know? She is Atlas’s ex-lover. They used to love each other very much, but since Atlas became disabled, she used that as an excuse to break up with him.” “Is Atlas’s former rumored girlfriend?” Below, everyone was talking about Winifred, on the stage, a man in a suit, holding a microphone started speaking: “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to my family’s wedding. First, I would like to invite the bride to step onto the stage.” As soon as he finished speaking, the bride walked in from the door. The scene was quiet, many eyes were focused on the young girl in a pure white wedding dress walking, and most people were curious about what kind of per

Confused, I was about to ask them a question but Atlas answered right away. "A blood bride is the highest form of honor given to blood slaves. It means you can not be owned by any other tenants ever again. A blood bride is way more respected than real wives." I nodded. Should I feel honoured though? Atlas added before leaving, "Lucky you, Sol."

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."

After a while of meeting guests madam was tired but still maintaining the same smile on her face Diana tagged along with her husband to wherever he took her to meet his guests. Everyone complimented and wished them on their day as she silently short times stole faint glances of her husband. "You two really suit well!" Complemented, one old man with his wife in his embrace. Looking beautiful with one another, to be honest they were the first couple who seemed quite genuine to madam Diana till this date. Belonging in such a cruel world where people are forced into marriages without their wills, it was hard to witness such an unique scene. Both the elders looked deeply in love with one another,

Kabir's heart raced, torn between the thrill of the occasion and the yearning to glimpse the one As the bride drew closer, Kabir's fingers tightened on the arms of his wheelchair, his breath catching in his throat. The moment of revelation was imminent, the veil about to be lifted, and Kabir's heart beat with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Little did he know that the woman he had cherished in his heart was the very one who was stepping towards the altar, poised to become a part of his brother's life in ways he could never have imagined.