روايات وقصص ضمن Bride Of Discord

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

"I've been married for a long time now. It's legal and official. You're just too arrogant, too lost in your own world to notice." Percy grabbed the certificate and read it over and over. The color drained from his face. Even then, he refused to accept it. "No... No way... It's fake. We never broke up. How could you marry someone behind my back? You loved me so much." I cut straight through his delusion. "The moment you decided to make me compete with the women for the role of your bride, I stopped loving you completely. "Didn't you say Sabrina was young, pretty, and full of energy, and that she was the perfect choice for a bride? Since you already had your ideal bride, why couldn't I get mar

She marries to survive and for the money too. Her laughter floats out of the bridal suite, high and polished, the same sound she perfected years ago. It is not joy. It is performance. I have heard it used to charm council elders, soothe angry Alphas, and convince men with too much power that she is exactly what they need. “You may now kiss the bride,” the officiating priest announces. “Before Elsbridge Pack and the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you mates.” Applause swells across the ballroom. Champagne flutes clink, Betas in silk gowns beam as if this is a fairy tale instead of a carefully negotiated alliance.

But everyone had weaknesses and I just had to find his before those four days ran out. On the second day Miranda came to me with information she had discovered while going through older files that Tobin had kept locked away. "Marco had a wife who died five years ago," Miranda explained while showing me photos of a young woman with dark hair and a soft smile. "Her name was Isabella and by all accounts he was completely devoted to her and he never remarried after she died." I studied the photos and noticed that Isabella had a similar build to me and similar coloring and I wondered if that was significant or just a coincidence. "What else do we know about her?"

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The bride who was silent for all this time suddenly made a loud scream. The woman immediately took a drum nearby and started beating it in rhythm followed by I heard more drums noise coming from village. As soon as the sounds heard, the woman looked at the bride and smirked with satisfaction and started leaving the place. What is happening? Who is she and what did she do to that bride? Just then I saw a dark cloud forming above the head of the bride becoming big by seconds covering her. Then the bride’s begging cries turning into a muffled sound started coming out.

' thought Eskylrious with a smirk . " I.......seriously.......look ! I am sorry if I said anything that offended you ! " said Kiara with a serious expression and a nervous smile . Eskylrious put his hand away and lifted her from the table then slowly placed her on the chair . ' I really don't understand this guy . ' thought Kiara with a confused expression . " Hmh...pp !............In short , the bride is a peace bridge between the ruling clan of the vampires and the other clans . " said Eskylrious .

"I told them not to stop. The mission is too important to the order, and I will be damned if this will stop us from getting answers." She nodded, “I’ll monitor things. Take the herbs and sleep.” I nodded and headed into my tent, shoving the herbs in my mouth I chewed and swallowed the bitter mixture, washing it down with a gulp of mead. I laid down on my bed and let the herbs kick in. Prince Dagon laughed in my head, “Thanks for the pain relief, Bride. Much appreciated.” “Asshole.” I forgot this worked both ways. With a grin, I sliced my wrist.

Wolves and Lycans could barely share a border without bloodshed, yet here I was, binding myself to one of theirs. “For politics,” Mother had said. “For power.” And power, I liked. The grand oak doors groaned open, and silence fell over the gathered nobles. The bride appeared… My bride. She was draped in ivory, her face veiled. My jaw tightened. The spoiled daughter of the Beta known as a spoilt brat. Everyone’s eyes turned to her, but mine locked instantly as her scent hit me first.

the voice called out to Vincent. Vincent clenched his jaw. “Close it,” he instructed Camela, gesturing towards the coffin. But the figure quickly reached out, gripping the edge of the coffin. “It's too late for that.” The Bride stepped forward from the shadows, her veil fluttering as if moved by a non-existent breeze. “She awakens when the bargain changes,” the Bride said gently. “And the bargain has changed.” Camela’s voice trembled. “What bargain?” The figure in the coffin turned its gaze back to her. “You don’t know?” It let out a rough, shaky laugh. “Oh… how perfect.”