Bride By Default Novels & Stories

’, I thought. . “In the same way, you are Master Cade’s bride.”, There are no mirrors in front of me but I knew the size of the eyes had grown in the shape of a melon. “But in werewolves, mates are paired by the Moon Goddess and here, Bride is chosen by the ruling King.” . Oh! . “King Black chose you as Master Cade’s bride assuming that you will also be strong and powerful just like your parents but it turned out that you are nowhere to them in terms of powers that’s why he wanted to get rid of you.”

She was mesmerized, and facepalmed, "It’s forbidden for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. It brings bad luck," her gentle voice severed through her palms covering her face. Sly moved closer, sat beside her on the large bed. Monica was clad in a silky bridal robe, Mrs Norman printed on the back. Sly gently pulled her palm from her face, his glare penetrating through it, "says who?" His voice was deep and alluring. Monica narrowed her eyes in confusion, trying to avoid his gaze, "it’s a worldwide tradition.”

He couldn't help but notice how his bride had a queenly attitude and she carried an air of sovereignty around her and why wouldn't she? His bride came from a bloodline of Royals who were feared all over the Supernatural World. There was no way this queenly girl who carried herself with elegance could be that wild unpredictable, foul-mouthed witch who liked to devour food while walking around the castle dressed in strange clothes. That witch had ordinary hazel eyes yet his bride had a hypnotic violet gaze. The witch's hair had barely touched her shoulders while his bride has waist-long platinum white curls that were currently pinned in a bun at the base of her neck.

He asked in a bewildered tone, “I can borrow the cars, that’s no problem, I haven’t driven them since the car show. But dear, I’ve only heard about the convoy to pick up the bride and I’ve never heard of a convoy to send the bride. What kind of absurd rule is this?” Claire answered, “My friend was a resident student back in high school and she was from the rural county at the outskirts of Aurous Hill. Yes, you’re right, traditionally, it’s supposed to be the groom who sends a convoy to pick up the bride. However, the groom’s side despises her, so they’ve intentionally made a harsh request, saying that they won’t be picking up the bride during the wedding and they’ve asked the bride’s side to

“The date is set, the venue booked, and all that’s left is our presence.” “So basically, it's more of an ‘insert the default bride’ type of arrangement?” He looks at me; it’s the first time he’s looked up from his laptop. “Are you confused as to what we are?”

Confused, I was about to ask them a question but Atlas answered right away. "A blood bride is the highest form of honor given to blood slaves. It means you can not be owned by any other tenants ever again. A blood bride is way more respected than real wives." I nodded. Should I feel honoured though? Atlas added before leaving, "Lucky you, Sol."

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

“No, just some drunk, oblivious girl who thinks everyone wants her. There’re many of that kind of woman in this town. Mine, on the other hand, is completely opposite of that. She’s kind, generous and very intelligent.” “Luck is on your side. My bride resembles a robot. She just goes through the motions and bends over backward to impress me.” And he starts it up again. “This bride of yours sounds to be quite an equal to you. Not to mention, I have an impression that she keeps you on your toes.” “We’re more similar than you can imagine and even though she’s perfect in so many ways, we have our arguments.”

Unbeknownst to her, she left the bridal suite in a state of unawareness. The venue buzzed with excitement and chatter. Gazing at the sparkling gemstones on her rustic shoes, she pondered whether X had successfully abducted Esther. 'He must have. X is always meticulous, never one to fail. This occasion won't be an exception,' she thought. Assisted by the bridesmaid, Mandy took deliberate steps onto the stage. The air was filled with classical music, played by a renowned band from Captius, creating a rich backdrop for the traditionally themed wedding.

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.