Bridal Nightmare Novels & Stories

I haven't slept in a long time and anytime I plan to sleep, the nightmares keep coming. I needed a cure for all the heartaches and problems but, no one was ready to help. My family tried all they could to make sure I was comfortable and happy but It was all futile because they abandoned me when I needed them the most. I stood up from bed due to insomnia and walked down to my study room to read a book on nightmares. As I glanced through the pages of the book, my mind went off to my new personal assistant. she was something and the purpose of my hiring her was to find out what she meant by me being her husband. Even her voice resembled the woman's voice in my nightmares. Was it coincidental or

After the shower and because of tiredness I easily fell asleep. In between sleepily and awake, I dreamed of a girl walking down the aisle covered with red rose petals with a touch of lavender flowers makes the whole place fragrant and aesthetically beautiful with a lot of werewolves surrounding them with tuxedos and elegant dresses, a loud howl of wolves can be heard when the bride walking slowly in the aisle until she reached the center, when suddenly a lot of intruders wrecked the whole place the visitors became wild werewolves. The bride felt a pang in her chest and an arrow pierced through her chest, her white long dress became maroon. She looked at his groom struggling to come closer an

FORBIDDEN BRIDAL PARTY Chapter 1: I Take the Private Jet Job and Let a Stranger Blindfold Me The private jet gleams on the tarmac like something out of a dark fantasy I have no business being part of. I clutch my overnight bag tighter, the cheap fabric digging into my palm. My best friend Sarah’s destination wedding is supposed to be the highlight of the year — white sand, turquoise water, her walking down the aisle in a dress that costs more than my rent. But the numbers in my bank app keep flashing red. The bridal party dress, the flight I had to book last minute, the endless group chat about “optional” excursions that are anything but optional. I’m already in the hole and the wedding hasn

Those menacing pupils of his focused on the marking on my arm, and he reached for me, wrapping his fingers just below it. “You will look quite delectable in our traditional gown, for our wedding.” I stilled, my head spinning. The chains? I couldn’t even imagine it. Our wedding? It was so hard to breathe; the air turning almost inexistent. He turned his attention to Cerus, his hand still on my arm. “Now, what payment do you seek for bringing my bride to me?” Silence. Thick silence. I bit my lip, dreading to hear Cerus’s answer, but it wouldn’t come. The silence was digging into my head.

The day before my wedding, my friend sent me a link to a viral web app called 'A Conversation with Your Future Self.' Looking at my fiancee, Wilma Lambert, still asleep beside me, I decided to give it a try and sent a message. [Future me, I'm marrying the woman I've loved for seven years tomorrow. I'll definitely be happy after we get married, right?] The screen flickered, and a reply came almost instantly. [No. That's because your wife has already cheated on you. On your wedding night, she'll spend it with your best friend, Hank Gilbert.] The smile on my face vanished instantly. I frowned and instinctively argued back. [How is that possible? Apart from my parents, Wilma and Hank are t

Vanessa squealed, raising her arm up in the air. Camille patted her hair. “I’m sure I’ll love her too. Their father was admitted to the hospital the same day they first saw him, and Sean hired a person to take care of the children. They were unable to meet their mother that same day because she was admitted to another hospital. ”What's wrong? You look pale.” Sean asked. Camille sighed, confused on how to begin. “I got a call from Tiffany, the designs were destroyed. And the event starts in two hours. I don’t even know what to do.” She said sadly in a low tone, slumping into a nearby chair.

Fedora had never envisioned herself in the wedding business, but Bridal Fix was not a typical wedding company. There were no flower arrangements, no giddy brides dreaming of their big day, no childhood fairytales being fulfilled. Instead, Bridal Fix operated in a world of necessity, where marriage was a tool, a strategy, an answer to problems that money alone could not solve.

*Satvi Pov* I got up abruptly from the nightmare with sweat covering my entire body. I patted myself hoping to reduce the increased pulse of my heartbeat. Rubbing my face, I looked around to find that I am in some unfamiliar room. Then I remembered my so-called marriage with that mad man. If I am not wearing this black beaded necklace, he put around my neck, I wouldn’t have even felt like I am married. I am getting this stupid nightmare of someone trying to kill me, and that face belongs to my husband.

" Sorry, I had to run a few errands for granny. What's up? Michelle babbled nattily, running her hand through her damp dirty blonde hair. " First of all, you need to take a shower. I can't have you looking like a frustrated old lady living with lots of felines in my wedding girl, no, you need to look good. Don't ruin my wedding, Mich."I said thwarted by her appearance. I was already scared that something or someone might ruin the wedding but I was told that it's every bride to be nightmares on the day of their wedding. I have dreamt of this day for what seems to be forever and having someone ruin it will haunt me forever.

Isabella paced the length of the living room, her fingers trembling as she clutched a crumpled newspaper. Every line screamed the same nightmare: Damian Knight bride is no virgin… she was bought, used, and discarded in Russia. The words burned into her mind like acid, each one a jagged shard cutting through the fragile calm she had managed to build around her heart. She could still hear the soft echoes of Damian’s laughter from their wedding night, the tender way he had held her close as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And now, all of that seemed fragile, like a glass sculpture on the edge of a cliff.