Bridal Unscramble Novels & Stories

“Oh dо уоu like іt? It makes mе ѕmіlе еvеrу tіmе I see іt, аnd now I finally gеt tо uѕе іt. So fіrѕt thing—colour. Dо уоu wаnt tо gо mоrе pastel, оr mоrе jеwеl toned fоr the bridesmaid?” “I’m nоt a pastel kind оf girl.” I grіmасеd, thаt wаѕ my kіnd оf hеll. “Hоw аbоut a rісh purple for thе groom, bеѕt mаn аnd bridesmaid?”

I watched them-my heart aching at the thought of my sister walking towards a future that neither of us had chosen-and then turned and took the other entrance. --- The minister spoke from the altar, his voice carrying across the hall as he droned on and on about marriage's sanctity, heavenly bonds, and vows. I stood right behind Caila, making myself focus on anything but that knot of unease which was building in my stomach. Caila, in a flowy white robe, glowed with a nimbus as her trembling hands clutched her bouquet tightly. Jace Sharpe stood opposite her, tall, broad-shouldered, and every inch the untouchable billionaire-impeccably fitted within a tailored black suit like a second skin. His

"Tell your father he’s insane! You’re supposed to marry me! Not this... this backstabbing snake!" I looked desperately over at Liam, expecting him to shout, to refuse or to walk away from all this madness but he just stood there with a clenched jaw and angry eyes as he looked between his father and me in absolute confusion. "Father," Liam finally spoke like he was trying to control his anger. "This is absurd. You cannot just swap brides hours before a ceremony like it's a circus."

Olivia’s POV My legs were shaking on the tiled floor. Not because of the loud bang coming from the speakers but because my whole body stopped working the moment I stepped inside the registry. “I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day.

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

"That's a joke. Can you even survive without me? Besides, once you marry into the Astor family, who do you think is going to save you besides me? Who else would even care about you? "If you keep this up, don't expect me to come and get you back." With that, he pulled the tearful Veronica into his arms and softened his tone. "Veronica, don't cry. Someone like her isn't worth getting upset over. "I'll take you to a better bridal shop and have a one-of-a-kind wedding dress custom made for you." Then he wrapped his arm around Veronica and walked off, leaving me standing there disheveled and alone. After getting dressed, I stepped out of the bridal shop and realized just how middle of nowhere the

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

One could say that his face was a masterpiece carved by God, capable of driving any woman insane. As he gazed at the delicate wine glass in his hand, his movements were graceful and noble, akin to that of an emperor. "No need to be nervous!" Isaac hastily waved his hand, after all, he was Oliver's brother-in-law. Oliver lit a cigar and caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of his eye. The bride was facing the priest, her figure slim and alluring, radiating an indescribable beauty while wearing the floral wedding gown designed by Master Milan. Her tall and well-proportioned physique, slender and fair arms exposed in the air, and her perfectly elongated neck all left a lasting impre

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "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 "

Yes, we are ordering for 400 hundred hotels room, I don't mind the price, from 1 million dollars to 100 million, just make sure is a comfortable one," I want my son's wedding to be the talk of the Town, Mr Brown added, "Dad, what the hell are you doing?" Clifford shouted, "Oh yes, don't forget to make sure the invitation email has reached everyone, Mr Brown ordered another client to ignore Clifford, "Dad, you gotta stop this whole nonsense and tell me what the hell is going on and who the hell is getting married, Clifford shouted, "I guess you read the invitation card right? and the name of the groom to be is written on it, so why the silly questions, or do we have another Clifford Brown Max