Bride For Rent Novels & Stories

But as impossible as it may sound, a man as secured as him, owned a famous company that somebody trustworthy enough supervised under his name. Fortunately though, that person was needed no more, because what was awaited upon has just been found. HIS BRIDE. . . Well technically, she wasn't yet his bride, but willing or not, she would be. He had already spotted her, she had already been chosen, she was his now…undeniably his.

It was time for her to leave her home and meet her fiance in the church. “You look beautiful.” Her mother smiled at her. Camille checked herself in the mirror, her mother was right, and the wedding gown fitted her perfectly after a few amendments. She was happy; her extended family had traveled from far and near to attend her wedding. She looked across the room, happy to see her bride seated waiting for them to leave for the wedding venue. Except for her chief bridesmaid Sarah. Sarah was supposed to be here doing her duty as the chief bridesmaid. “Where has she gone to?” Camilla asked, her cousin was wayward and would do anything for attention. Whatever she is up to, she should not dare ruin

I had to do this…here goes nothing… Opening the door to my room, with nothing but a wedding dress, a spare dance uniform and a duffle bag with my life’s worth of savings…I came face to face with the woman who I was going to spend the rest of my year with. “Hey, run-away bride!” She laughed; her smile open and contagious. “You’re my new roommate?” She was about five feet seven in height, with more of an athletic built. Her skin was porcelain white and her hair was jet black with literal rainbow highlights that reached the middle of her back. A diamond shaped face and electric blue eyes. She was wearing black shorts and a rainbow colored tank top and black slippers and huge hoop earrings while

And the seven-tiered cake visible through the open reception doors. And the man standing at the altar. Oh no. "Walk," the woman behind me hissed, giving me a sharp nudge between my shoulder blades. That was Mrs. Patel, the coordinator who'd hired me four days ago through a very vague job listing that said, and I quote, “Bride stand-in needed for private rehearsal. Good pay. No questions." I had asked zero questions because the pay was three months of my rent. I was asking all the questions now. "This doesn't look like a rehearsal," I whispered through my teeth without moving my lips, the way a person learns to do when they've spent a lifetime trying not to draw attention to themselves.

She voiced inwardly, “My Devil chosen me from hundreds of sexy barmaids by his side. Why should I worry with an insecure feeling? Let’s consider this as a test for Devil to show his sincerity to me.” Soon some dragon maids brought luxurious fabrics and precious jewels, when Nora asked, they replied, “It’s an offer from our majestic queen for the exclusive brides.” Nora ordered Akshara, “Don’t just stand like a dead log there, come on groom them.” Akshara nodded and went near the blonde bride. The blonde bride refuses to get groomed by Akshara saying, “Aren’t you the harlot from the cave bar? I have heard on my way here.”

"Ma’am Bridget! Ma’am Bridget!” Manang Karen’s frantic voice echoed through the mansion as she hurriedly climbed the marble staircase. In her hands was a neatly printed resume for a new driver. According to the agency, he came “highly recommended.” Well, probably because this guy has so many skills that even the agency had so much to rate him.

she asked. “From what I gathered, some of the brides will come from other large packs.” She raised her eyebrow. “What large packs?” “The Night Ridge Pack and the Crimson Stone Pack. Brides will be coming from those two packs.” . . . Night Ridge Pack A woman wearing an ivory cream dress stood before the mirror inside her bedroom. Her big, brown curly hair flowed down to her waist, decorated by a few small flowery pins that enhanced her beauty more. On her face, there was a smile as sweet as the atmosphere of her ethereal room. Like a real living deity, she moved gracefully while looking at herself in the mirror.

Branden kept a straight face and let them keep searching. As long as his wife was happy, nothing else mattered. Today was his big wedding day, and the only thing to consider was Catherine's feelings. Everything else didn't matter at all. After they searched for about half an hour, Catherine started to feel a bit tired and spoke up. "Still haven't found it?" Triston quickly caught on and said, "How about the bridesmaid giving us a hint?" When business came knocking, Zobber naturally couldn't miss out. "I can give a hint. Fifty thousand dollars for each bridesmaid."

After all these years, Claire had never seen that expression directed at her. She silently tapped "like." Then, after storing her suitcase, she went to a real estate office. Since she was moving out of the villa, she needed a new place to prepare as a bridal home. Her mother had always said she wanted to see her get married with her own eyes. Claire fell in love with a fully furnished apartment that had a garden—and a pond, perfect for her two black swans. She swiped her card and bought it, then stopped by a mall to pick up some decorations for the wedding suite.

“That part isn’t a problem. But because the procedure involves intimate physical contact, if I perform it in Miss Dean’s place, it counts as standing in as the bride. “A legal marital agreement would have to be signed, recognizing me as Blake Hall’s posthumous wife. So…” Sean cut me off sharply. “Drop the creepy supernatural nonsense. Just tell us how much you want.” Seeing that Sean looked ready to flip the table at any moment, Crystal hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and gave me an apologetic smile. “Please don’t mind him. Just charge whatever you normally would.” “Ten million for a substitute bride. To be paid by the bride’s family.”