Books Like Bride Novels & Stories

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

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.

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Six carats was simply because Mabel liked that number for good luck, Lana sure knew how to flatter herself. Just as I was about to explain, a gentle female voice came from the back of the wedding car. "Cruz, is something wrong?" I immediately opened the back door, took the hand of Mabel, who was wearing a wedding dress. I smiled. "Nothing, I just ran into a lunatic. Come on, Darling. It's almost time. Everyone's waiting for us inside!"

Chapter 52: Interruptions As I stood at the entrance of the aisle, my heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. My mother, her arm linked with mine, guided me forward, her reassuring presence grounding me amidst the whirlwind of emotions. A soft music began to fill the air, signaling the start of my walk down the aisle. As I walked, I stole a glance at Gabby, radiant in her wedding gown, being escorted by her father. Seeing her by my side eased the knots of anxiety in my stomach, her smile offering me solace and strength.

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

*A/N* Thank you so much for reading my story and making it this far. Just like i stated in my synopsis, this book contains other thigh tingling, steamy and erotic stories that will keep you at the edge of you seat. Enjoy reading... *********************** NEW STORY TITLE: The Pink-cheeked Bride(erotica) It is a warm spring night in a medieval village. The town celebrates a new wedding. * The crowd, full of relatives, friends, and family applauded as the newly wed couple ascended the stairs, as a symbolism of the end of the ceremonies, and the beginning of a healthy, childbearing marriage.

This, this chaos, this laughter, this home, it’s everything I never knew I wanted. Once, I bought a bride. Now, I live every day grateful that love can’t be bought, only found, nurtured, and kept alive. And this life, is the only deal I’ll never regret. *** THE END!

Perfect for a fairytale wedding but it felt like my funeral. I stood at the arched entrance to the garden path, that opened towards rows of perfectly trimmed hedges stretching endlessly. The strategically placed ponds shimmered in the sunlight with the occasional ripple of koi fish breaking to the surface. The soft strains of the wedding match drew me to the present and in unison, the guests turn their heads to stare at me in awe. I clutch the calla lilies to my bosom and look away from their scrutinizing stares. Taking an unsteady step forward, my gaze drifted to Adriko, standing beneath a grand floral arch waiting for me.