Bride No Veil Novels & Stories

“Are you at least going to put your veil down? You two seem to want to ignore all the wedding traditions. You’re not supposed to let the groom see you in your dress before you meet him at the altar.” Clara adjusted her veil so it covered her face. Neither she or Caiden were bothering to follow the standard wedding traditions. They had gone through too much to want to keep to the rules. “I’m willing to do that. I just think the other ones are unnecessary,” she explained. “Caspian said he liked the veil one and didn’t understand the others.” “Well, he is an American,” James commented dryly. “They don’t understand a lot of traditions.” Clara held back a grin. Caiden was of course not really an

His lips stretched into a smile when he saw her smiling at him. Wearing a white sleeveless gown, she looked like an angel. Some patterns were scattered over the white silk. The cloth looked like a waterfall from below. Long veil was covering half of her face, leaving her lips and chin part. Her chocolate eyes were down, raised up only once when she felt an urge to glance at her handsome groom. He couldn't help but chuckle softly when he saw her bride's curiosity.

Perfect. The makeup. Subtle but flawless. Her skin luminous - foundation and contour creating the illusion of natural perfection. Eyes enhanced with soft browns and golds, making them deeper, more striking. Lashes dark and long. Lips a soft pink - natural but polished. Bridal. Innocent. Pure. The veil. Delicate ivory lace. Covering her face. Softening her features. Creating mystery. Tradition. The bride hidden until the groom lifted it. Claimed her. Made her his.

Casey P.O.V The air inside the bridal shop smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. Lauren was in front of a floor length mirror, swishing back and forth in an ivory gown that glimmered faintly under the boutique's lights. Zazu was helping her to put on the veil .The veil cascaded in delicate waves, pure white and nearly translucent, reaching gracefully down to the floor. Its edges were adorned with intricate lace, soft floral patterns curling like whispers of elegance. When the light hit it , it shimmered faintly, as if dusted with stardust, adding an ethereal glow. It framed Lauren’s face gently, creating an aura of serene beauty and timeless grace

The scissors ran round her body in anger of what her parents were doing to her, especially, her mother and sister and she would not have them see the joy of ruining her entire being - this was the first time she was determined to fight back and now, they surely going to see both her bad side and that of her wolf! A very light short gown which had fluffy shoulders was worn, she didn't bother to wear a bra because she was for her mate tonight and for no one else. She wore a strap heels, tied a veil around her laps which would make it look like it was attached to the gown. Whoever didn't look at her well wouldn't know because the veil was of two sections so they wouldn't see that it was very tr

The uncertainty was overwhelming. Wearing a gorgeous, modern, and subtly sexy soft crepe wedding gown with matte lace detailing and a tulle skirt that hugged my body, I might have looked dazzling and breathtaking in my white veil, but I couldn't appreciate it. I remembered the superstition that a bride wearing a white veil was a virgin. I might be proud to walk down the aisle still pure, but if only I loved the man I was about to marry, I would be overjoyed to give him my virginity. It was a cruel joke, considering I had no idea what my groom looked like or what our life together would be like.

Yvonne asked softly. Dong Ju nodded. "Yes." Although there was a faint smile on her face, Yvonne's heart was broken. Sure enough... it was not him! "Dong Ju!" Yvonne said. "Yes." "Put on the veil for me." "Yes!" Dong Ju nodded, picked up the veil in her hand, and gently covered Yvonne's head. As a bride who was about to get married, even if she had to attend the banquet, she had to use the red cloth veil before the wedding ceremony was completed. This was the most basic etiquette.

VEIL: Covers the bride’s face to the groom until he has fully committed to her after the wedding ceremony. I am made of stone. I can do this. I am not giving up! I told myself over and over. I was sitting on the deck of Ryder’s Malibu home. After so many nights I still felt alone, my heart was still broken and every single minute, I ached for the man who swore he would make my ‘ever after’ come true.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

It didn't matter to me though as long as Evana was happy with it. I was already on nine clouds imagining Evana in my selected wedding gown. Her beautiful eyes, rose petal lips, brown hair, face with a light make up. Her bridal image was set on my mind from the time we decided to get married. So when Mom told me about the veil thing, I didn't mind because I felt her concern for me though I wasn't sure Evana would listen to such superstition like wearing a veil would bring good luck to the groom and his family and all.