Bride Mail Novels & Stories

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—

Marcel's eyes were terrifyingly bloodshot. A stab of pain flashed through Delilah's chest. She nodded honestly. At that moment, a delivery driver walked into the suite carrying two packages. "Which one of you is Delilah Carter and Marcel Graham? I've got a delivery from Cedric Davenport." "Over here!" The bridesmaids hurriedly pointed them out. The driver handed each of them a package, and the bridesmaids immediately urged them to open them. Inside were exquisite red gift boxes. Across the lid, written in bold calligraphy, were the words: "Congratulations on your wedding."

Although the show was over, the backstage passage was packed with reporters and interested buyers. So, I languidly lounged on my seat before the vanity and asked my assistant to take off my earrings. Just then, I heard a click as someone gently pushed the door open. Zachary staggered into the room. His hands, once flawless and used only to sign titanic deals, were marred by hideous scars. They were trembling and holding two thick stacks of papers. One was a share transfer. He would give me all his company's shares unconditionally. The other was the deed of the bridal shop he'd ruined. Zachary approached me and immediately went down on his knees.

Just the sound of metal dropping to the floor. I scrolled again. Then my finger stopped on the trackpad. One line. All personal communications regarding the bride and groom must be routed through Ms. Arabella Garcia. I read the sentence once. Twice. Three times. I highlighted it with the cursor. ALL PERSONAL COMMUNICATIONS REGARDING THE BRIDE AND GROOM MUST BE ROUTED THROUGH MS. ARABELLA GARCIA. Not GALA & Co. Not the planning office. Not the project lead. My name.

Elena slowly nodded. After James left, Brad said, “You didn’t send me a wedding card, Elena. Why?” Elena then sent him a e-card on his mobile. ‘There you go.” “An e-wedding card,” Brad didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Now I am good to go, can't wait to see him, this morning it would be perfect,I heard some footsteps in the room, finally his hear, I perceived my breathe,it smells like mint,I don't look too awful either. I hope he would be happy to see me as well, because I am so nervous,this is day three and I am a new bride, how does dad greet mom, " uhm good morning sweetie" then dad would reply, " good morning to you too" that's so romantic. I hope he doesn't reply, with the name lamb, I might loose my mind,I walked out of the bathroom after taking in some practice courage, the real world is just outside the door A man was standing there, his face looked familiar, it must be Lucians driver, he bowed his

A place famous for it's hospitality and beautiful scenery. At this time, Li Fan looked under his pillow half heartly thinking that Master Green may have left him something. A bit shocked, he did find another envelope. And it was from Master Green himself. He opened it and read "Li Fan, the Madame and I wish you all the best. You have a wonderful bride beside you now, so take good care of her. Your trip is a time to get used to each other, so enjoy all of the surprises in store for you both. You will find an itinerary in your villa with everything that has been planned for you. By the way, I have also transferred $500,000 into your account. I couldn't have Debbie out do me , now could I? Hav

He didn't even told it yet to his parents, and now he's spreading the news outside the palace? "Such a beautiful bride you have, Your Highness. May you be blessed with a happy marriage." "That is for sure, senior brother." The man smiled at me, and to hide my awkwardness, I smiled back. When we were already far from the man, that's when I spoke my thoughts. "You should not have spread that. You have not even told you family yet." "Everyone in Solterra would soon know that you are the one chosen to be my bride. I don't see any difference."

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.