Bridal Nightmare Novels & Stories

##Chapter 1 *Michelle's POV* Bridal Shower Night 1 “What the hell is going on here!” My voice trembled with disbelief and fury as I stumbled into the room. The sight before me felt surreal—Dell, the man I was set to marry tomorrow, lay naked on the bed with my step-sister, Sharon. The room seemed to freeze in time as I took in the scene. Dell and Sharon both looked up, their eyes wide with shock, but there was no trace of remorse on their faces. It was as if they had been caught in the middle of an ordinary day, not in the midst of the most intimate betrayal imaginable.

The wedding was tomorrow. The thought wrapped around my chest like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. Ever since Victor had told me the date was moved up, the nightmares hadn’t stopped. Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man.

"This is the day I never wished to see. A day I wished would have skipped itself. This is a nightmare under the sun." Charlotte took a silent breath. She was in her wedding gown, sitting in the back of a car with her chief bridesmaid. They were on an hour drive to the wedding reception.

Mary Eventually fell asleep in the couch with her phone in her hand, only for her to wake up a few hours later to see everywhere immersed in darkness. She checked the time in her phone and it was late into the night. She slowly made for her room after switching off the TV. That night, she has a dream, she saw herself getting married to Adonis, she looked so beautiful in her wedding dress while he looked astonishing just as always. The wedding was held at the beach and there were just a few guests just the way she had envisioned her dream wedding to be. She laughed at herself when she woke up from the dream. Even she herself knew that she was dreaming of the impossible.

A future I was going to be denied of if I set foot outside this room. My best friend, Cathy…she had been so excited to be my Maid of honor…even she didn’t understand that this wedding wasn’t a ‘dream come true’…it was a shackle to my legs that would prevent me from dancing ever again. ‘So what?’ She’d asked when I had told her this not too long ago. ‘You’ll be getting a loving husband and an amazing family. What more could you ever ask for?’ To hear my own best friend say that had been the biggest shock of my life. ‘Do you not know how much ballet means to me?’ I had asked.

She felt angry at Selena too. She also clearly remembers the nightmare she was having after losing her consciousness where she was shouting. It wasn't her usual nightmare. It was something different. In the nightmare, she saw her second tormentor from her usual nightmare, and married her forcefully. His face wasn't clear as usual. She was crying and crying hard but he wasn't hearing any of her words. He forced her into marrying him. In the nightmare she found herself crying at one corner of a room at night. She was always crying, crying at her fate for getting married to a devil who broke her emotionally every second into the marriage. He was breaking her heart piece by piece when she lost a

She had been doing this for eight years without a single event going wrong and she was not about to let one month of recurring dreams about a woman she met at a rooftop bar in Melbourne ruin that record. One month. She had been having this dream every single night for one month. Ever since that rooftop. Ever since Brooklyn had looked at her across a crowded party and started walking toward her and not stopped until she was right there. Priya shook her head and walked toward the bridal suite. She was not thinking about Brooklyn. She was absolutely not thinking about Brooklyn. She pushed the door open and Mara looked up from the mirror, radiant and nervous, her mother sitting beside her with t

In a matter of minutes, I’ll walk down the aisle to marry Richard Scarfoni, a man known throughout the country and Europe for his family’s wealth, power, and status. Even though the contract for our marriage was signed and sealed in blood before I was born, the idea of our union never felt arranged to me. Not with him. Although I’m nineteen and Richard is nine years older than me, we’ve always been close, and I can’t wait to marry him. Everything is perfect. But I’m nervous. And it’s not the wedding or Richard making me feel this way. It’s my nightmares. They’ve gotten worse. Seven months ago, when I started my Psychology degree at Raventhorn University, the hellish nightmares I experienced

Wedding is the most important part in one's life .A girl always dreams about her prince that will come and take her away to his paradise by making the girl his queen . But here it was all different .Kiara was finding her wedding not less than a worst nightmare . She never thought in her dreams that one day she would be married to a person without her will and moreover by blackmailing the namesake of her family and friends . The Khan mansion was decorated beautifully. Each corner of the Khan mansion was decorated with lights and was full beaming in its glory. The smiles were never disappearing from the family members' faces .

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.