Novelas y relatos de Bride

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Ella POV I smoothed my hand down the side of my gown, deep burgundy, fitted at the waist, with a slit that stopped just above the knee. My jewelry was simple. Luciano sent a few choices, and I chose a thin gold necklace and matching earrings. I heard small feet padding down the hallway before I heard her voice. “Aunty Ella, you look so pretty!” Lovie appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide, her hands clasped together like she was watching something magical. Luca appeared behind her a second later, quieter but just as curious.

Vincent reasoned, sipping his overfilled glass. Todd thought about Jessica; he knew she would jump at the chance to be Mrs. Vandenburg. The problem was she was far from the virginal bride his grandfather wanted. On top of that. The idea of being married to her left a bad taste in his mouth. She was good for a fun time, but she was far too immature and a notorious party girl. She was not the kind of woman you took to an event and got taken seriously by business partners. “The problem is my Grandfather has made a contract stating that my bride had to be a virgin…”

"He was attacked because of her." "She brought death into this palace." I went very still. "Ever since she arrived, nothing but trouble," the first one continued. "The murdered servant. The lockdown. Now this." "My grandmother used to say brides like that carry curses," the second one whispered. "Beautiful enough to catch a king's eye, but something's wrong underneath."

We finally made it to the County Clerk's Office with only fifteen minutes to spare before they stopped processing marriage licenses. Our friends were already gathered at the bottom of the steps, urging us to go inside. "Come on, get in there! After everything you two have been through, you finally made it in time for the eighth try!" My best friend, Ryan Chapman, had red-rimmed eyes as he reached over and straightened my tie for me. I was just about to walk inside when Chester Snyder, Melissa's childhood friend, suddenly spoke from the back seat. "Wait. My lucky bracelet broke. I need to fix it first." I stopped. Melissa stopped, too. "Okay. No rush." Chester lowered his head and be

I stand with a glass of wine in hand and watch Alera. She’s dancing barefoot in the sand, with her dress hem lifted, the twins clinging to her hands as they spin in wide circles. Their laughter cuts through the music. She’s smiling for real with them. For a moment, she doesn’t look like my bride bound by contract, but just a regular bride, enjoying her reception. “Congratulations, sir.” I glance sideways. It's Francesca, her blond hair is swept back. She looks really good in her gold dress. “On what?” I ask drily.

Her lips moved behind the fabric, muffled words escaping her throat, struggling to be heard. He leaned in closer. “Say it louder!” Her crown shimmered brightly. The silk pressed down harder against her mouth. Only a whisper slid out—delicate and weak. “Help me.” The First Bride tilted her head, her veil fluttering in the fierce wind while her smile widened. “She doesn’t need your flames, Fox. All she needs is the door. That’s what brides are meant for.” Vincent growled low in his throat, his chest trembling with anger. “She is not yours.”

I realize that we’ve made it down the hall and I never once took a look around the entire way here. “If you accept my deal, then I plan to do that, and so much more. Kendric may be your fated mate, but sometimes fate can be wrong,” he says with a chuckle. “And oh, how you were built for something more. You were meant to be a vampire’s bride.” The door swings open wide, revealing some kind of arena. In the middle stands Kendric with chains on his wrists and ankles, keeping him from moving. I gasp once I lay eyes on him.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

NOT ANYMORE — THE HUNTS STEP OUT TOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE ACCIDENT Another: IS THE REPLACEMENT BRIDE WINNING HIM OVER? I scroll through them all. Then I set the phone down. It's one night. One good night. I read the headline again anyway. ---