Bridal Stories Novels & Stories

I handled business deals and cooperations with her. She took me on business trips abroad. She gave me all kinds of gifts. This month, the Houde family’s adopted daughter and their heir showed up together. The sight of them, hand in hand in the business world and malls in the capital city, caused quite a stir. The media tried to expose my real face but were unsuccessful. I lived a good life. I did not suffer at all from losing Bridget. Time quickly passed to the day of the wedding. Bridget really loved Vernon and she took their wedding seriously. The wedding was held in the only six-star hotel in the capital city. They even chartered it. And her wedding dresses were haute couture.

But then I looked back at Bridge. “What stories?” I asked. “The ones about you and the guys.” She said. “The princess and her three prince.” Kel who had heard her, now got involved in the conversation. “Wait. You’ve heard this too?” I asked him. “Of course. We all did growing up. It’s an old wives tale. Just a bedtime story for kids…. But it also happens to be true .. at least parts of it.” He told me. “Well what is it?” I asked.

The elderly couple who had renewed their vows in the parking lot because the husband was too sick to travel. "Every wedding tells a story," Mrs. Martinez said. "Yours is going to tell the story of two people who fell apart and did the work to come back together better. That is a good story. The best kind." "No pressure," I said. "No pressure. Just truth." She stood to clear our plates. "You want dessert? I made flan." "Always," Alex said.

Her husband was out of town for business. They didn't meet Roman nor his family because they were occupied the entire day but some tailors had come by to fit their dresses on them. "How do you feel?" Gaby squealed behind her sister as the makeup artist did her art. "Like I'm going to fucking explode from anxiety." Lily swallowed, going through Weber. It was everywhere. 'Dalmain brothers getting married on the same day, who will the brides be?' Everyone wanted to know. Lily thought it had supposed to be a private thing so how did they all know about the wedding?

the storyteller said, his voice low and filled with weight, “you have heard the beginning of the tale. But as with all stories, it must be passed down, for there are lessons to be learned, even in the hardest of truths.” The children’s faces were wide with wonder. They knew of the Wolf Bride—Cassia, the strong, beautiful woman who had once been the captive bride of Alpha Lucien. She was a legend, her name whispered in awe and respect throughout the kingdom. Her strength, her defiance, her love for her family—it had all made her a symbol of something greater than any one person. And Lucien, the god-king who had once been feared for his cruelty, was now remembered as the man who had found rede

Once my mum was out of sight, Monica leaned in and, as if reading my mind, said, “Ami, have you ever wondered why the bride and groom aren’t allowed to see each other a few days before the wedding?” “Hmmm… I heard it’s to avoid bad luck and for their safety. Why?” I asked, tilting my head curiously as she worked on my hair. “Story! Story!!” she teased, grinning. “No, no! I don’t want a long story, Aunty. Just get to the point,” I begged, my tone and expression pleading with her. I knew Monica well. She had a knack for turning a simple question into a long-winded tale.

Valentina took the chance to lean into his chest and confessed: “Luca… I love you so much. I just wish we could be a real couple.” His face darkened instantly and he pushed her away. “Valentina, I told you before. The one I love is Bianca, not you.” “Don’t ever say things like that again.” Valentina’s face went pale. She stared at him, stunned. “Luca… you’ve cancelled the wedding with Bianca. Are you still waiting for her?” “That has nothing to do with you.”

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all