Bride By Default Novels & Stories

“What’s your name?” “Brittany, you can call me Bre” she responded. “Brittany, the bride hasn’t showed up and it’s 45 minutes to commence the ceremony, there’s paparazzi and media that are ready to embarrass Cole if something goes wrong” Brittany wondered why Naya was telling her all this, she was only here to do her job, she didn’t care about anything else. “You have a similar body type as Luna can you be the back up bride for us? Dress up and get your make up done, we’ll present you as the bride if she doesn’t show up” Naya said to her.

This year, being my second year of becoming Alpha made the elders and the members curious about why I was without a mate or a bride I guess the moon goddess had her timings concerning that I stared at her photo given to me by the elders of my pack She looked so innocent and yet young, I watched how long her hair was left to flow to the side of her face and her eyes had those sparkles in them Her smile was everything I thought about how long I had been the Alpha of the pack I was born into And yet without a mate or a bride to call mine The elders of the pack had arranged for a certain girl who was in her 17s to be my bride and mate And who was I to detest The ceremony was to be held tomorrow

That's why it was very easy for her to get me married to her friend's daughter. But if Ashley was her friend's daughter, how come I hadn't met her until now? Well... If it'll takes me signing the marriage certificate to secure my position in the company, then so be it. Besides, it is what it is - a piece of paper which could get lost or torn at any time. At least, that's what I had thought. Except now, there was a fragile human in the midst of all these - my new bride who sits beside me in the car, yet is scared to look at me and has her eyes glued to the backseat window.

“Bride to Be” is printed in sparkling font on Scarlett’s bright white sash. Although she’s already had numerous bridal showers and even a bachelorette party, Sheila, Scarlett’s older sister, decided we all needed girl-time tonight. She also decided that the best place to do that would be down the street from where the guys are holding Kurt's bachelor party.

“And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” The silence was loud as she hesitated, mouth moving but no sound coming out, she gripped her dress, seeming to summon courage and then she squeaked out "I do", her voice barely audible. “By the power vested in me, by the celestial deities, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” I watched as Raven stiffened, eyes slamming shut, hands tightening on her dress and body trembling as she waited for a kiss. My chest stung, I had to fist my hand to keep fr

She was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and black cargo pants. She turned slowly when she heard me approaching. Her grey eyes were piercing and sharp. "Well, well," she drawled lazily. "The bride's up." I blinked. "And you are?" She popped her gum. "Rayne. With a 'y', not an 'i'. Try to remember that if I ever have to kill someone for you." I squinted. "Comforting." She grinned, her tongue poking her cheek. "You're smaller than I expected. But the attitude makes sense."

His calloused fingers, resting lightly on the table, occasionally invaded her view, a quiet reminder of his presence. As the evening wore on and Caelia reluctantly slowed her feasting, two young women approached the table. Their careful attire and poised movements betrayed their noble upbringing. Rhyzar nodded, allowing them to ascend the stairs. Setting aside the glass of unfamiliar wine she’d been given, Caelia straightened in her seat as the women approached. “My lord Draken,” the taller of the two said, bowing her head gracefully. Her golden curls cascaded like streams of honey over her tanned shoulders. Her crimson lips curved into a warm, elegant smile. “I’ve been so eager to meet your

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 now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hit me like a slap. My hands shook inside the white lace gloves as Alexander Voss slid the heavy gold band onto my finger. Not Sophia's. Mine. I forced a smile for the hundreds of eyes watching us. The cathedral smelled of expensive flowers and even more expensive perfume. Cameras flashed nonstop. "You may kiss the bride," the officiant said with a proud smile. Alexander leaned in. His grey eyes locked on mine for the first time up close. For one second I thought he might actually do it. Then something shifted in his face. His jaw tightened. He pressed a quick, cold kiss to my cheek instead.

He grunted as he took the document to which he signed without fault. “You’re right.” She muttered as he pushed it back over. She took a deep breath as she stared at the empty line clearly calling out to her.This was it. She was about to sell her soul, her body, her dignity, for a sum that could change her life forever. And so she did, signed the papers in the blink of an eye. “Perfect.” The lawyer clapped his hands, “Mr Ashford, Miss Heathrow. By the signage of this document, I can pronounce you a newly wedded couple. I would say kiss the bride if this was under much better—