Bride Digo Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Diego was before Old Mavis, who had a stunned look on his face. "Who was that?" Old Mavis asked. "That was my wife. I would have brought her here with me, but she is not feeling too good. She needs to rest," Diego replied. Hannah, who was beside Old Mavis, frowned and clenched her fist. Venessa, who was beside her, heaved with nervousness. Diego sounded as if they were close. "That's a fake bride, Diego," Hannah challenged.

Bagas. Pak Kyai nodded his head at mas Rio, as a sign to get started. "Yunan Ardian Dewangga .... I marry you, and I marry you with your betel nut, my sister Dewi Revia Ananta with a dowry of a set of prayer instruments paid in cash." "I accept the marriage and marriage of Dewi Revia Ananta with the dowry that has been mentioned, and I am willing to do so. And may Allah always give grace," replied Dewa firmly after previously getting a signal with a loud bang from mas Rio

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this time let's witnessed the bride Princess Sapphire Welshly Sykverstein along with General Cognan the legendary living Gen. Of Ashcroft. Isang masigasig at malakas na palakpakan ang sumalubong sa amin as we started to walk on the aisle. The hell, why do I feel like breaking. Why do I feel na parang ito na ang huli? Ano ang nangyayari sa akin? I tried to question myself. ***

I don’t know where is she? There are so many guests and I was hell busy attending them. I met Kevin and his family. I asked Nicky about Aradhya but she replied that she didn’t find her. The priest asks for the bride to start the ring ceremony. Dadi asked the maid to bring Sakshi Dii. When my gaze fell on the stairs, my heart danced. Dii is coming, she looks gorgeous. And with her, my love is also stepping down. In anger, I didn’t notice her, she is damn beautiful in this ethnic wear.

"Listen, Sir Hao, my son so proud, What should I tell thy young bride?" "I will say I'm outside in the grove, To ride my horse, and try my dogs." Then in the morning, day it was, Came the bride in her bride-gown. "They gave me mead, they gave me wine, Where is Sir Hao, my groom?" "Sir Hao rode into the grove, He’s trying his horse, and his dogs." She took up the scarlet red, There lay Hao, and he was dead.

Those who live far away from the Ganga can do the same at a nearby pond or lake) there is a ritual called Dodhi Mangal means The Day Break Meal The bride and the groom are fed soaked flattened rice or chuda mixed with mishit doi or sweet yoghurt. This is the only proper meal that the groom and bride will be consuming till they get married. They are not supposed to consume anything except sweets and water. don and his friends didn't arrived to the palace as he should come during the time of wedding so his rituals are happening in another nearby palace as the bride and groom shouldn't meet eachother until the marriage (the ritual Nandi Mukh meand Homage to the Ancestors

his grandfather announced and it was their turn to look in horror "What do you mean by it's not Kiara. Then who the hell is she??" "That's what I'm asking boy" "I'm Drishti" came the voice from the couch "Drishti who??" "Drishti me??" She asked with a frown "Where is my bride?" He asked in exaserpation "That would be me" she again said raising her hand "My bride was supposed to be some Kiara" "Kiara bhabhi is someone else's bride now" she said shrugging

Twelve men and three women—including Nonna Elena—watched as Diego led Sarah to two empty chairs. Marco, the enforcer from Vegas, stood as they entered. "Don Diego, your bride is not family. She should not be present for council business." "My wife," Diego emphasized the word, "is now family. She stays." An older man with silver hair leaned forward. "Your brother would never allow this." "My brother is in prison," Diego replied coldly. "I lead the family now." "A family you seem eager to change," another man countered. "First your legitimate businesses taking precedence, now marrying the very woman who destroyed Vincent—"

Alice gasped softly as her eyes landed on the bride. Leonora walked slowly down the aisle, her arm hooked with Ramon’s, while Marisa followed behind holding the edge of her veil. She was breathtaking—her gown simple, elegant, and glowing under the sunbeams pouring through the windows. Her smile shone like sunlight, radiant and warm, lighting up the entire church. The groom, standing at the altar, was equally stunning in his crisp barong. He stood tall, pride etched in every inch of his posture. His eyes never left her.

Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man, The Mafioso's Corpse Bride.