Bride Novels & Stories

The surrounding flowers and the lighting complimented the scene and gave it all a surreal look. When the bridal march started, Enrique stiffened beside me. I patted his back and straightened my coat. The guests eagerly waited for the bride’s arrival, and my eyes searched for one particular bridesmaid.She arrived in a lavender-colored dress that accentuated her curves, curled hair bouncing on her shoulders and looking like an angel.

Confused, I was about to ask them a question but Atlas answered right away. "A blood bride is the highest form of honor given to blood slaves. It means you can not be owned by any other tenants ever again. A blood bride is way more respected than real wives." I nodded. Should I feel honoured though? Atlas added before leaving, "Lucky you, Sol."

Happy Reading! --------++++--------- I see myself in a white bridal gown, standing against my dresser's mirror. I softly touch my glowing hair, then my face. The dress is mermaid style, elegantly defining my curves. It is fitted from above then loosely drapes down, leaving a long tail behind me. The broad round neckline is adorned with small diamonds. They are possibly real. My reflection as a bride makes me cry. I lower my head and silently sob. My wedding wasn't supposed to be like this. Mom and Dad have really crossed all the limits.

The girls dress up Aadhya as a bride. She was looking like a nymph. In this months she has lose a lot of weight.. She is in shape now but that doesn't make anything better for her because his lust has increased for her.. "call the bride the Holy time is passing.." the priest said "just wait for some minutes she is coming.." he said Then the other girls drag her to the wedding place.. The priest was shocked because the bride is not in her sense.. "what is this? The bride is in not her sense I can't get you both married.." the priest said but he make him shut by his g

My hair were short giving me more unfeminine look. When we reached there I was brought towards Bridal Room and I had little idea about who was inside.I don't know why mind was so innnocent and naive at that age. Children are so pure souls. There she was in bright orange lahngaa. It is a bridal dress for Asian brides including short shirt and long petticoat style skirt yet covering body properly. She looked beautiful.My little eyes not understanding who she was.That innocent glance doesn't giving me the idea of awaiting storms.The brutal and most hated relationship in which we both were going to bound.

Ahana ****** "Bride In Blue...Bride In blue...Bride In Blue..." I yelled throwing all the newspapers on the floor that had only Anvi in it and the headline stated, "Bride In Blue". I was supposed to be the talk of the town but all I received was a small corner in the newspaper. All the while my marriage was the talk of the town but on my big day that bitch Anvi snatched it from me. I didn't buy a lehnga worth Rupees 40 lakh so that I could get a place in the corner of the newspaper. I wanted to be in the limelight and if not for that stupid girl I would have been on

Now it’s too late to regret it. Everyone stands from their sits as my bride steps into the church, I follow Robbie my best man’s eyes, and see my bride in a white lace traditional dress, a bunch of white and pink roses, a small bouquet on her hand while the other is linked with her father, a long veil covers her face completely.

😉😮 BRIDE OF THE SEVEN GODS 😮😉 Written by TOM 👰 She's the legendary master wife 👰 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴

It had been a constant reminder of how easily life can turn for the worst, as it has for the people in the past. Traditionally, the choosing would happen in the morning. In the village square, the townsfolk would adorn the hair of the next demon's bride with white baby's breath flowers. They would have the bride walk from up the wooden platform where the metal concave mirror was placed and have them light the torch. When the flame lights, the bride holds the torch up high for all to see, to symbolize her bravery in facing the demon for the betterment of everyone.

Asher stood at the end of church next to the priest. He looked at his bride who walked down aisle elegantly. Her movement was slow but steady. Her lids hid her eyes that were casted down not daring to look at him. He took in the notice of her bridal gown. A bodice of sheer elegance that hugged her curves like a second skin and an elegant skirt born from the waist that fell down her body in sleek lines. She looked ethereal like a fairy. The soft make up on her face enhanced her innocent looks. Her waist long hair were tied in a bun and a jewelled hair pin was lucky enough to be a part of her accessories.