Bride No Veil Novels & Stories

During the suspenseful wait, her heart beat frantically. "Ah, sorry dear, I can't take off my veil right now because the other day I was stung in the face by a bee while I was attending to my plants in my garden. Although I had already taken medicine, my face was still swelling, so I had no choice but to wear this veil. I hope you understand," Clarice explained. Alpha Bruce glared at his wife, his face darkened. "Hon, don't force the bride to take off her veil. That is rude," he scolded her in a sharp tone, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

The church organ reverberated through the air, announcing the arrival of the bridal party. As the organ's melody reached its crescendo, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing the radiant bride, Sanya. She stepped forward, her white gown billowing gracefully around her, as she beamed with happiness. Her long veil trailed behind her, delicately held in place by a crown of tiny, sparkling crystals.

She was tall, had white hair, and had a nice voice. She would remain in the veil until the wedding rites were completed. I was not exactly comfortable with not seeing the face of the woman I was to marry, but then I reminded myself that the wedding was not for love or any mutual attraction. It was a duty, a requirement I had to fulfil to get my deserving title. She might as well remain in the veil for the rest of her life, the heir she will give birth to will not come to the world wearing a veil as well. “How prepared are you for the wedding?”

Aileen was thankful that the empress, emperor, and the first prince were on vacation at the northern ice border of the empire, thus they failed to attend the wedding that happened in Viishaun's palace. According to the conservative custom of marriage in the empire, the bride is not allowed to reveal their face to the public before becoming one in body and soul, which means the bride can only show herself in public after sharing a bed with their husband, except those who have been serving her because it is inevitable. Aileen was covered with a sparkling veil to hide her face from the Orthodox temple Priest, who had blessed their union. Although no one had seen what the queen looked like, thei

She'd been silent for the most part of the ceremony and the whole time, I'd half expected her to bail. The priest gestured for me to go on and I turned to her. I lifted her veil halfway and touched my lips to hers before pulling back almost immediately. Her parents had announced they wanted her veil to be down at all times for some reason. It didn't matter that the wedding was being streamed by over five million people. None of them were going to see her face. I hadn't even seen her face yet.

The girl was plucked from her home at a very young age to stay with her. “I hope the pearly lace of the veil isn't hurting you,” said Nyles. It was...badly. Traditions. Repulsion. No one was supposed to see the bride's face for two days before the marriage. Only after the wedding would her husband lift the veil and kiss her, marking the end of the ritual. Her lips trembled thinking about it. Simran's body shook with ragged breaths. “You need to shed those inhibitions Milady.” Niles winked at her as she handed her a green pill, part of Simran's medicinal prescription.

Hajiya Barira helped her up to her feet, adjusting the colossal peach veil around her head. She is wearing a pricey embellished exclusive super sewn into regular a shaped blouse and skirt that wasn't tightened much, just enough for her curves to take place. She has on a Louboutin heels encasing her feet, didn't bother taking a purse, head tie tied just so she can place the veil on top of it. Nothing elegant and out of ordinary, she is going to her husband's house.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

Maybe Charlie is rubbing off on her or more like Grace is rubbing off on Charlie. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” “No, just some girl talk,” Grace replies. “You know we’re leaving today, right?” She nods her head in disappointment. “You’re free to join us on the flight back,” I offer. “I wish I could, but in the eyes of The High Council I’m Benjamin’s bride and therefore I can’t leave until the presentation is fully concluded,” she retorts. “Fully concluded, but isn’t it done?” Charlie asks, rounding the corner.