Bride Book Review Novels & Stories

I looked up from the book i was reading, a fable Vivi had given me to pass time with when i got bored. His Majesty's Bride, it was named. It spoke of the love between the first Fae the goddess Luna had created and his mate. I sighed, dropping the book on the table that stood close to the hearth. "Who is it?" "'Tis I. Amilie." "Oh." I unlocked the door and set it ajar for her. She came in bearing a pile of clothing and... things in her hand.

Seeing the fallen book, I leaned forward to pick it up. It wasn’t a learning material but a novel. Looking at the book title, I was hooked by its name. “BRIDE OF THE SEVEN GODS,” I uttered the title and then turned the book over in search of the author’s name. But I couldn’t find it. It seems like it wasn’t written on the cover. “Anyways, it sounds interesting. Let me just have a sneak peek.” I hurriedly find a secluded corner to sit in. I opened the book pages, ready to read when something unknown suddenly hit my head and I passed out in the aftermath. “Aww.” I sat up groggily, rubbing the back of my head the moment I regained consciousness. “Have I truly been jinxed or is today meant to be

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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.

She was finally getting married, it was a dream come true for Busayomi. “It’s beautiful.” I smiled. “Don’t you think it is too revealing?” She pointed to her cleavage. “I think it is fine..come on you are the bride! You have to look....what’s the word?” Omolade thought. “Stunning!” Iteoluwa screamed. “Oh that’s right! You are such a bright child!” Omolade gave Iteoluwa a high five. “Elena looked bright and stunning on her wedding day.” Iteoluwa talked about one of her story books, Princess Elena.

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.

They went away and I turned to Camilla. "You have this cold side?" "I knew you don't like them for saying that, you're still trying to move on at this point." She answered and I found myself smiling. She understands. The guests started to fill the seats and it's time for the bride and groom to enter. Brooklyn sat on the other side with other friends. We all stood up to see the bride entered. "She's so beautiful," Camilla said and I chuckled. Claudia, the bride, is not pretty. She's average but she has a really good kind heart.

’ She earned beaming and nodding from the two girls. After that, the journalist smiled to the camera and then in the studio, two female anchors thanked her. He sipped the tea, thinking perhaps this news program that his cousin talked about last night. Still sipping his tea, he watched the two women on the tv engaged in interesting talk. ‘Let’s read another mailpinion. This one’s subject is, I hope it’s my fairy tale, from Marianne Jones’ The black-haired anchorwoman paused to give her colleague a meaningful look, then she continued to read. ‘Since the Crown Prince is going under cover among us, I think it’s a huge change for every single lady in the country accidentally meet him or befriend

On the other hand, Georgina opened her book and was startle as well to see the same book indifferent language. Although she knew the language but reading it in original language gives her different and lively feel. As if every page of the book is telling the truth...” She realized they might have exchanged the book in the library in the afternoon. She blushed remembering their encounter again and thought to read the book as it’s her prince Adam’s and his choice. The book was filled with sweet dreams and words. She sighs over how true the words are. She seems completely taken in by the book, reflecting over the beauty of its words.

He tilted my face up toward his with a touch so gentle it did not match anything else about him, and for one long second I forgot how to breathe. He was so close I could see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. I could see a thin pale scar running just under his lower lip. I could smell him. Something dark and clean. Smoke and pine and something else I did not have a name for. His thumb brushed across the corner of my mouth. "Look at you," he murmured. "Trembling like a leaf. Did no one ever tell you, little bride, that running only makes the wolf hungrier?"