Bride Mail Novels & Stories

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.

But when she asked, Yelena had no idea what she was talking about. Even stranger, the package had no sender’s name. “Did the delivery person mention who sent it?” she asked the receptionist. The receptionist shook her head. “Nope, they just dropped it off and left.” Vera hesitated for a moment, then followed her gut and took it back to her office. Once inside, she opened the package. Inside was a brooch and a small greeting card. Picking up the card, she read the single handwritten message: “Wishing you both a happy marriage.”

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.

That made my skin crawl, mostly because she was right. “What do you want?” I asked. Instead of answering, she dug through her purse and slid a heavy business card across the table. I picked it up. Mary Wilson – Masters and Brett Bio-Consultancy “What’s bio-consultancy?” I asked. “We help clients who require specialized medical arrangements,” she said smoothly. “And I want to offer you a job.” I stared at her. “A job? I only have a high school diploma.” She leaned forward slightly. “My clients sometimes require… surrogates.”

The ceremony was over, and their mate bond was sealed forever. “You may kiss your bride,” said the priest. With shaky hands, Brishor stepped closer to Meryl. He lifted her veil and the world faded. “I love you, my queen,” he said and leaned down to kiss his beautiful wife. She closed her eyes while he continued to stare at her, seeing her face through his heavy-lidded eyes. When he pulled away, he licked her lips. He squeezed her hand and then they turned to face the crowd. The priest brought Meryl’s crown—a gold circlet with a lapis lazuli in the center. Brishor took the crown and placed it on her head.

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."