Bridal Nightmare Novels & Stories

So, she even prayed for another chance for a man like Jake to come into her life. She plopped down on her bed as she unzipped her bridesmaid dress. 'Which means he probably doesn't exist. It's highly improbable I'll never come across the man of my dreams.' Bridgette lay on the bed, feeling hopeless, as she fell asleep.

"What a day." I should probably watch a movie or something, I thought. Something mindless and comforting that would help me wind down enough to actually sleep. The idea of lying here with just my thoughts for company wasn't appealing. I reached for my laptop on the nightstand and settled back against my pillows, opening up my streaming service. The familiar interface glowed in the dimness of my bedroom, offering me endless options for distraction. Romance? No, too close to my current complicated reality. Horror? Definitely not after the day I'd had.

she tried to stand up to move away but I blocked her way not letting her to leave. “Make me understand. Tell me what is bothering you. I’m here for you, Ashley. Could you at least try?” my words got her attention. I held her hand and kissed it gently, “Tell me what triggers that black out?” She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, “The worst was five years ago after I caught Philip sleeping with Helen the morning of the day I was supposed to get married. The wedding I had spent months to prepare. My dream wedding with who I thought was my Prince Charming”

CHAPTER TWO - THE BLOODY BRIDE ADELINA'S POV The best day of my life slowly turned into a scene from a nightmare I could not wake up from. Sitting in a white pool lace of my long princess wedding dress, my face was pale, and I froze. "Papa," I said again but it came out like a whimper this time around. The flower bouquet in my hand was on the floor. I grabbed my face with both hands, shaking my head over and over again, thinking it was a nightmare, but it was real.

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

At 10:00 am the next morning, the island sunlight was blinding. The wedding venue was extravagantly luxurious. A towering champagne display reflected shards of golden light while business elites and socialites mingled beneath the floral arches. I stood at the end of the aisle wearing a gray bridesmaid dress. Laughter and whispers drifted around me from time to time. "Look at that. The actual fiancee got shoved into a bridesmaid dress. That's a new one." "Trevor's really gone too far this time. He's humiliating Helena in front of everyone."

A perfect silk mermaid wedding gown that screamed luxury, a spacious church filled with family and loved ones, and a handsome groom. It was every bride’s dream and happiness. But to Aurelia, it was a nightmare. Beneath all the beauty and luxury, she felt trapped. Like a secret wrapped in satin. Like every bride, she was allowed to pick her wedding dress, choose the church decorations, and plan the ceremony, yet she was deprived of the right to choose the most important thing of all… the GROOM.

All him. The nights were sleepless after that. I'd lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to even touch myself anymore. Every time I tried to slip into one of those old fantasies, reality crashed in; he was going to be my stepdad. It turned everything dirty in the worst way, and I couldn't get past it. A living hell, tossing and turning until dawn. The wedding day came way too fast. Mum had a dress picked out for me, this elegant bridesmaid thing in soft blue.

"Paige, no matter who I end up with, my heart belongs only to you." The entire room descended into utter chaos. "Who exactly is Jared marrying? I could've sworn the woman he got engaged to looked different." "Why isn't the bride in the wedding video the same person who's supposed to be walking down the aisle?" Jared's face drained of color in an instant. His parents looked livid; Nadine's wine glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor. "Turn it off! Turn it off right now!" Jared roared at the staff nearby.

The first scream came from the bridal suite. Eva Hart looked up from the seating chart in her hands. A makeup artist rushed past her, nearly knocking over a tray of champagne. "What happened?" Eva asked, catching the woman's arm. "The bride..." The woman's face had gone pale. "She's gone." Eva frowned. "Gone where?" "I—I don't know." For a second, the world around her seemed to stop. Outside, a string quartet continued playing as though nothing had happened. Guests laughed over glasses of champagne. Camera flashes lit up the entrance of the Blackwood Estate.