Bridal Stories Novels & Stories

Knowledge and information are power, and I'm not about to give anyone any kind of dominance over me, my story, or my life. Before we can continue our conversation, the festivities pick up and the dancing begins. I pull my phone out of my pocket just to make sure nothing needs my attention before turning to watch the bride and groom share an intimate dance. The slight smile on Thea’s face, the warmth and love in Blake’s eyes tell me they’re on a good path, and I have no doubt they’re going to work everything out.

I have the money to pay, so I think I can actually make it happen. "Can you just stop it because it's getting too ridiculous, do you think there is a place we can go and just pick up a new bride? Besides you have a reputation to protect, so what if we talk to the wrong person and they sell the news to the blog?" Well that will be more disgraceful than my current situation right now. "That will be a disaster but all we need is to be very careful and discreet but as for the wedding, it's happening because I can't afford to lose the deal with Mr Richard."

Their relationship was no longer a rumor—it was a fact. "What are you waiting for?" Commander Brack barked, his voice like a gunshot. "Get her to the clinic—now!" Teeth clenched, Vince scooped Leila into his arms and ran. Later, we heard the baby hadn't survived. Leila caused an uproar at the clinic. Originally, Vince had been on the verge of disciplinary action for his misconduct. But as it turned out, he and his wife from back home had never officially registered their marriage. Somehow, he slipped through a loophole, and the two of them—he and Leila—became the most mismatched married couple on the island, with the largest age gap.

*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.

She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't notice that and spoke over her. “Will you marry me Miss Odessa Vale?” She closed her mouth slowly and stared at the diamond ring in front of her. “Oh shit, I didn't kneel” I quickly got on one knee. The whole restaurant was staring, people were bringing their phones out to record. Silly me had forgotten how famous we were. She kept staring at the ring and at me. The silence was getting uncomfortable and I was ready to take whatever answer she gave. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Ricardo” she slid her fingers into the ring I was holding, with a beautiful wide smile.

“You’re being so m-m-mean, Fidella!” Fidella gazed aghast at the drama her mother was staging, and Anni stifled a laugh in her hand. The assistant gazed at them aghast. The bridal salon was where dreams are born and weddings are celebrated—particularly not where family squabbles were reenacted dramatically.

They were getting married next month. After we sang the birthday song for the twins, we cut the cake and celebrated. Miriam came and stood beside Alina as they talked. “You know, we'll be expecting a protruding belly after a month of your wedding” Alina said playfully. “We're sure going to make that happen, right honey?” Richard said. “Right, if you're going to be the one with the protruding belly because as for me, I want to enjoy my marriage first and that's on period” Miriam said.

This is the story of my life with Alex. Before motherhood, my journey began with a long relationship with my husband. We were together for years before finally marrying. I had always longed for a family—marriage, children, a home filled with laughter. He was a commercial pilot, successful and charming. Though he often spoke of marriage, he continually delayed setting a date. It wasn’t until he received a well-paid offer from US Airways that things changed. The company required him to be married for me to accompany him. Pressed by circumstance, we quickly arranged a registry office wedding—not quite the dream I had imagined, but I was overjoyed nonetheless. Soon after, I gave birth to our son

"The church, the library, and the cafe in the east of the city… I'm going to find her somehow." I suddenly felt like laughing while I floated behind him. As it turned out, Diego still remembered the places I liked going to. Many times over the past two years, I had tried to get him to go with me to the library and the cafe on dates, but he would always leave me for Arianna's lies instead. As for the church… He had a point. I was supposed to be at the church with everyone witnessing me becoming his bride, but I'd already died at home before I even had the chance to go there.

"After all, you're already engaged to Cruz and have even made the wedding arrangements. You can't just cancel it because of me." Lana scoffed and replied smugly, "He wouldn't dare cancel the wedding. The invitation has already been sent. If he really did cancel it, I'll see how he faces others." The phone call was not hung up. I knew Lana said it on purpose for me to hear. Lana thought I would not break up with her and cancel the wedding, but little did she know that I had already had another bride, even though the wedding was not canceled.