Books Like Bride Novels & Stories

Make sure you check out The Proxy Bride and I Was More Than Pretty — two stories packed with twists, heart, and those little moments that make you smile, gasp, and maybe even swoon. Here’s my promise to you: as long as you keep reading, commenting, and sharing your thoughts, every new book I release will be just as interesting, just as emotional, and just as impossible to put down. I mean it — fun, drama, love, suspense… all wrapped up in pages that are waiting for you. So keep your hearts ready, your tea hot, and your snacks nearby — the next story is coming, and I can’t wait for us to live it together.

“And what are you doing here?” Luca stared at me in disbelief— as if he hadn’t expected me to be so cold. “Bianca, I know you’ve suffered.” “Listen—I already know everything about Valentina’s lies. You’re innocent. Come back with me. We can get married as soon as you wish.” “I swear, I’ll give you the grandest wedding imaginable.” Hearing that, I almost wanted to laugh. The things I once yearned for so desperately— he had given them to someone else without hesitation.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

When both of us are sitting, stuffing our faces, I move to pull my notepad out. "Where do we start?" I ask, knowing we have a while before the bridal fitting appointment. She clears her throat before listing off several different important aspects of the wedding. I write them all down on the notepad, filling nearly three pages with information she tells me before it is time for us to leave. "What's that?" Mrs. Lanzetta says, pointing to the book peeking from my bag. I pull it out to read the cover to her. "Some old book I found in the Alaska pack, see?" I say, holding it out for her to take. She flops it over in her hands, flicking through the pages quickly with a frown deep on her face.

But even as the amber liquid burned down my throat, all I could taste was her. Asaraiah Kaine. My little bride. My distraction. My curse.

he said, his voice laced with amusement. “You’ve spoiled her rotten,” I snorted, and he leaned in to kiss me again. “My house, my rules,” he drawled, and I grinned, kissing him back. …. And With This, We Draw The Curtain!!! Now, sit tight, my loves. Rue’s story is coming right up. I’m sure you’d love it. Here’s the blurb: “Twenty-five years old Rue Cross is carrying the weight of being the mafia princess of the Cross empire. To prove herself, she takes a powerful position inside Bellator Crux Group, the family’s multinational front. But she has a secret: someone’s been watching her.

--- Killian sitting with authority, his voice booming in the large room “Damon, it’s time we talk about your future. And the future of the pack.” Damon taking his seat but remaining tense, his eyes narrowing slightly “We’ve had this conversation before. My answer hasn’t changed.” Katherine softening her tone, though her eyes are sharp “Son, the pack needs a Luna. It’s been too long. You’ve put this off long enough.” Damon coldly, his voice clipped “I’m not taking a mate just because tradition demands it. I’ve told you, I’ll find the right woman when the time is right.”

“Please don’t insult me.” Cassie stole all her boyfriends, never let any attention get to her, and blamed her for getting all the attention from their father. But it was never her fault, she was a lonely kid. With a heavy sigh, she pleaded again. “Please, Cassie. If you don’t come in between in my marriage-“’ “Your marriage? There’s no such thing. I’m taking him back. And he loves me, he doesn’t love you. So, why crying now?” She laughed.

The air buzzed with activity as decorators, caterers, and event planners worked tirelessly to transform the beach into a breathtaking wedding venue. On the wedding day, the beach was adorned with pristine white decorations, flowers of various hues, and elegant drapery that billowed in the gentle sea breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering. The guests, a mix of Andersons and Laos, filled the seats in anticipation of the union between Felix and Charlotte.

She wanted to say something but she slowly lost consciousness He carried her in a bridal way and was about to walk out. “YOU CANT JUST LEAVE LIKE THAT!!!!!