Bride Ali Hazelwood Novels & Stories

Heinrich chimed in, “Don’t worry, Zaha. We’re all here for you, man.” Ezekiel, who was overseeing the proceedings, approached the groom with a smile. “Now, you good?” he asked. Zaha nodded, a small smile spreading across his face. “I just... can’t wait to see her,” he replied. Ezekiel patted Zaha on the back before properly taking his place at the front of the procession. The music swelled, and the guests stood up in anticipation as the doors at the end of the hall opened, revealing the radiant bride, Arai Padparadscha.

Said Scarllet but Hazel nodded her head and rolled her Hazel eyes “I mean bitches , you beautiful and powerful she-werewolves!” Said Hazel , keeping the baby back in the cradle while she played and hummed to the song ‘Beat friend’ by Saweetie. Scarlett's hands were already busy on her phone. “We will need male a stripper for the bridal shower!”

The call came just after midnight. Isabella Lorenzo… now Moretti by marriage, was busy pouring herself a well earned glass of wine after another long day tolerating her new family. As she eased herself gently into the couch, her phone lit up and started vibrating. “Should have put you on DND” she muttered in annoyance as she reached for the phone. It was an nknown number, and she didn't usually fancy answering unknown numbers. Her instincts however kept pushing, and she eventually took the call.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

I needed to focus. There was so much of it. I brushed my chest and goosebumps erupted on my skin. The taste of her lips, the heat of her pussy, the tightness of her ass —i have no doubt I'm the first to take her there. Fuck. I drag my fingers through my hair, Weston and Sonja was still sitting in front of me. 'get your shit together Hero.' “Zara?” Weston said with a deep frown. “She is the daughter of an Alpha. She's Sonja's best friend."

She looked tired, and it seemed like she didn’t go home—being a workaholic, and the CEO of her company is no easy task. “You should have some coffee; you look like a zombie.” “Thanks, is that what you two called me here to say?” Hazel bit back. I didn’t answer and let her settle first. She had some coffee, and she sure looked a bit more human; her eyes no longer looked droopy. “I’m all ears,” Hazel said as she emptied half of her coffee. “Hazel, do you know who is organizing the wedding of Alaric and Davina?”

When the plane finally landed and the cabin door opened, Victor steadied the weak Anna, a group of drained relatives trailing behind them. As soon as they stepped into the arrival hall, countless phone cameras snapped and aimed like rifles. Reporters jostled forward with microphones, while ordinary people had gathered spontaneously to gawk at the scandalous couple. "Mr. Langford, do you have any explanation for the wedding livestream incident?" "Ms. Greenfield, as a healthcare professional, is it true you abused an infant?" "What do you have to say to Ms. Shaw, your wronged wife?" "Scumbags, get out!"