Bride Book Review Novels & Stories

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.

Elizabeth grumbled, then adjusted her posture and began walking. The bride was stunning in her beautiful wedding dress. The dress was a true masterpiece of elegance and sophistication, adorned with a profusion of crystals that made it shine and radiate. The dress had a classic cut and draped softly, embracing her figure gracefully. The neckline was in a sweetheart shape, accentuating her natural beauty, while thin straps added a touch of delicacy to her shoulders. The dress's skirt was long, flowing in gentle layers to the floor, creating an ethereal effect. The hand-embroidered crystals covered the entire dress, sparkling and gleaming as the bride moved, capturing the light in a dazzling ma

"Marianne, this complicates things. We can't let personal feelings interfere with our arrangement. It was never meant to be more than a business deal." Marianne felt a pang of disappointment. She glanced at him, looking for some empathy, but she didn't. She sighed. "I rented you as my bride, nothing more, nothing less. I paid your mother's hospital bills, I pay you for doing a good job, but this... I can't accept your feelings, we didn't agree on that, Marianne. To me..." she looked at him. "You're just a bride whom I RENTED."

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

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

But even as the amber liquid burned down my throat, all I could taste was her. Asaraiah Kaine. My little bride. My distraction. My curse.

“I welcome you dear one and your family. I know you have a lot of questions and I will surely give answers to the ones I know best of.” “Then please, what and who is a blood bride.” “Not what dear one, it's who? And you are right before us.” He stands and slowly comes down from his chair. “The Blood Bride is someone who has a powerful connection between both realms. The witches and the vampires, therefore being able to control whatever happens.” Of course something rises up, and this time I'm the Blood Bride? What more will they say I am in future. “Sorry, come again? I can do, what ?” my aunt hits my hands as she mouths “Don't ask stupid questions.”

When both of us are sitting, stuffing our faces, I move to pull my notepad out. "Where do we start?" I ask, knowing we have a while before the bridal fitting appointment. She clears her throat before listing off several different important aspects of the wedding. I write them all down on the notepad, filling nearly three pages with information she tells me before it is time for us to leave. "What's that?" Mrs. Lanzetta says, pointing to the book peeking from my bag. I pull it out to read the cover to her. "Some old book I found in the Alaska pack, see?" I say, holding it out for her to take. She flops it over in her hands, flicking through the pages quickly with a frown deep on her face.

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Every detail was sharp: the faint scent of her perfume, the soft glow on her skin, the way her eyes flickered when she noticed me noticing her. I didn’t know then that she would ruin me. That she would haunt my dreams, my thoughts, my every waking moment. I didn’t know that every glance after this one would be charged with something forbidden, something intoxicating. All I knew was this: The bride shouldn’t have looked at me first. But God, my chest ached for her to look again and consume me entirely. I wanted her to look again.