Bride By Mistake Novels & Stories

The girls dress up Aadhya as a bride. She was looking like a nymph. In this months she has lose a lot of weight.. She is in shape now but that doesn't make anything better for her because his lust has increased for her.. "call the bride the Holy time is passing.." the priest said "just wait for some minutes she is coming.." he said Then the other girls drag her to the wedding place.. The priest was shocked because the bride is not in her sense.. "what is this? The bride is in not her sense I can't get you both married.." the priest said but he make him shut by his gun

His eyes locked on mine. “What the hell is so funny?” I leaned against the pew, lips curling. “You, lecturing them about mistakes, in a Vegas chapel. That’s funny.” His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” “Marriage is always a mistake,” I said, the words dripping from my tongue like venom. “It’s just contracts wrapped in flowers. At least they’ll figure it out now instead of twenty years later.” The bride gasped and the groom sputtered. The priest looked scandalized. But the man, the stranger, his jaw tightened, and fire lit in his eyes.

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.

A lady my age made her presence known was her heels clinking on the floor, my eyes run from her heels to her face and a gasp escaped my mouth. " Hey, stranger. " The bride at the wedding I stopped smiled at me, lowering her face to mine. " You made the biggest mistake of your life to soil my wedding, I worked so hard for that but you ruined it in just minutes, why? I don't even want to know. " " Please let me go, please I promise I didn't mean to, I...I..." " I...I..." She copies me then laughed, standing up upright. " You are so funny, Jessie. " Walking around the chair I was tied on. " Do you think God will find you funny?"

I took a seat on the coach and poured a beer into my glass. I took a sip and couldn't take my mind off of that girl. My accident occurred four months ago, and I spent two and a half months in a coma. I'm still not well, but the girl kept me alive that day; she was the one who saved me!!! I would have died if she hadn't been there. I couldn't see her face, and the physicians couldn't recall who she was because she disappeared after dropping me off at the hospital. When I was a little more awake, I gave her my valuable ruby bracelet, which is really rare to find.

She got recruited to be Misty's minion as well. Outside, a group of guests were taking pictures by the floral arch. Drones buzzed overhead. Yes drones. This was the wedding of the summer. Every and their mum knew about it, but only a select few could attend. Someone shouted, “Get my good side!” Bridgette Murphy swept into the room like she owned the place, her sequined dress glittering under the light. “Sweetheart!” she squealed. “Oh, you look like heaven!” “Mom, please don’t touch my hair,” Misty warned.

Ahana ****** "Bride In Blue...Bride In blue...Bride In Blue..." I yelled throwing all the newspapers on the floor that had only Anvi in it and the headline stated, "Bride In Blue". I was supposed to be the talk of the town but all I received was a small corner in the newspaper. All the while my marriage was the talk of the town but on my big day that bitch Anvi snatched it from me. I didn't buy a lehnga worth Rupees 40 lakh so that I could get a place in the corner of the newspaper. I wanted to be in the limelight and if not for that stupid girl I would have been on the television.

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

Both women stepped apart instinctively. The distance between them widened. A bridesmaid appeared around the corner. "There you are!" She smiled brightly. "The planner needs more photos inside." "Coming," Nora answered. The bridesmaid disappeared again without noticing anything unusual. Celine let out a slow breath. "That was close." "We weren't doing anything." "No." She looked at Nora for a long moment. "But I wanted to." Silence settled again. Not filled with desire alone. With grief. For timing. For circumstance. For everything they couldn't change.

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.