Bridal Stories Novels & Stories

For them, he would always be the ideal, the apple of their eyes. While I was nothing but an eyesore, the offspring they didn’t want but couldn’t get rid of because of their traditional believes. Gabby, ever perceptive, continued, "You miss them, Kyra, and I don't want you to regret not telling them about our marriage." "You're right, Gabby. I've missed them, so much, and I always wanted to get married in the same church where my mom and grandmother married." I shook my head, moving away from her because I knew that this was going to be a difficult topic to approach.

"I'm honored to create your dream wedding dress. But before we start, tell me, what's the story behind your big day?" Miss Smith 's face softened, her voice filled with emotion. "Oh, Rachel, it's a fairy tale, really. I met my husband, John, at a bookstore. He was browsing through the classics, and I was searching for my favorite novel. Our eyes met, and... well, it was like time stood still." I leaned in, captivated by her story. "We talked for hours, walking through the city, laughing and sharing our dreams. It was like we'd known each other forever. Six months later, he proposed to me in the same bookstore, on the same aisle where we first met."

Please support my other English and Filipino stories as well: English: My Back-Up Boyfriend is a Mafia Boss (completed) The Runaways' Second Chance Mate (on-going) FIlipino Stories: The Invisible Love of Billionaire (completed) Married to the Runaway Bride (completed) Falling for the Replacement Mistress (completed) The Rise of the Fallen Ex-Wife (completed) Entangled to the Hidden Mafia (completed) In Love with His Brother's Woman (completed) Framed the Prince to be My Baby Daddy (on-going)

The priest, a tall man with silver hair and a kind face, sensed the gravity of the situation and began the wedding rites, his voice resonating through the sacred space. "Dear friends, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Gael and Elma in holy matrimony," the priest began, his words carrying a weight that matched Elma's emotions. "Marriage is a sacred bond, a commitment of love and devotion between two souls. It is a journey filled with joy, challenges, and growth. Today, we come together to bless this union and to affirm the love that Gael and Elma share."

Before I could say anything, she raised a hand to shut me up. "Who needs a white picket fence and a knight in shining armor when you can have a mobster in a fancy suit, right?" she continued with a wry smile. "I mean, sure, my wedding day won't be featured in a bridal magazine, but at least I'll have some “killer” stories to tell at cocktail parties. And let's not forget the honeymoon," she added, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Instead of sandy beaches and romantic sunsets, I'll probably be jetting off to some undisclosed location, dodging bullets and negotiating with rival gangs."

The soft strains of a violin floated through the air as guests murmured amongst themselves, awaiting the arrival of the bride. Brenda stood in front of the large mirror in her bridal suite, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the lace of her dress. The gown, designed by the most sought-after couturier in the country, hugged her curves in a way that made her feel both beautiful and conflicted. She had once dreamed of a wedding like this, but never in a million years had she imagined it would be like this—marrying one man, yet carrying the child of another.

Dominic said. He was evil, I gritted my teeth in anger and shook my head in disapproval. "Do not do anything to Emma, I will do whatever you want. Just continue funding her hospital bills. I will marry you, I will do any single thing you ask of." I said in a haste, bowing my head low. Dominic ordered his boys to let go off me. He raised my chin up and gave me a cold, calculating smile. "Good choice." That was how everything happened so fast. Dominic and i got married. The ceremony was a small one where only the most important people in our lives were invited.

⸻ One rainy Thursday, an elderly woman entered the bookstore carrying a worn leather journal. “I’ve been looking for you,” she told Elena. Confused, Elena accepted the journal. Inside was a handwritten note. Stories have a way of finding the people meant to tell them. The journal had once belonged to the bookstore’s original owner, a woman who had spent decades recording the love stories of couples who met among the shelves. There were stories of first glances, second chances, impossible distances, and lifelong promises. Dozens of them. Some joyful. Some heartbreaking. Every one unforgettable.

Some guests whispered, "That's the daughter of Lendell's Mayor. She's young, but she's very smart. She's a top student at the Royal Creek Institute." "My daughter told me she fell for Harvey right away and said she'd only marry him." "My cousin's daughter also studies at Royal Creek Institute. She mentioned the same story." "Now that they are here together, it seems her wish came true." Ladies whispered to each other, sharing rumors. No one knew for sure, but looking at Harvey and the girl, they thought they made a nice couple. While the downstairs buzzed with activity, the bridal suite upstairs was just as lively. "Trust me, this jewelry set is perfect for you."

“...invites didn’t get to PARACAN holdings. A disappointment,” “...most resplendent bride. Her story is just so inspiring,” “... Elena Donatelli. From housewife to diamond tycoon,” The reports of the stories were endless. Every news channel worth its salt was reporting on the wedding. Across social media too. A leaked video of their vows was making its rounds taking the entire internet by storm as the views of the documentary got higher and higher. Everyone was interested in Elena’s story and in awe of her wedding. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Somewhere in a men’s jail. David Windsor tried to hide his face as he