Bride Precious Moments Novels & Stories

Everything was a jumbled, painful mess and poor Elena was caught in the middle of the storm. The car slowed down as it approached the mansion gates. The chauffeur drove us in, stopping at the entrance so we could all get down. “Carry your bride the way a noble gentleman would, Richard. Don't say I didn't warn you,” Grandma said, wagging a finger back at me.

"And may I ask who are these beautiful ladies?" "One of them will be soon chosen as Ares' bride, Leticia." "Oh! I didn't know you're getting married, Ares. Don't forget to send me an invitation a few months from now, please." "I dare not, Aunt," Demitri replied curtly. "I prepared a banquet specially for your arrival, Javier, Leticia—" "My apologies if I'm late," a voice boomed at the entrance of the hall just a second before the trumphet was blown again.

THE BROWN PARADISE Clifford stared as the party is getting on, calm music was played, while irritating species are dancing, A lot going on in his mind, his wedding will take place in two days yet no bride His mum cut in, "Cliff, look what I brought for you, I have ordered the most expensive purely made gold engagement ring for your wife to be, I don't know if it will fit her finger, but if she is slim, I think it's perfect, She must be very pretty" Mrs. Elizabeth exclaimed revealing him the engagement ring, He whistled, "Do you even know the so-called bride am going to marry?" do you know her fucking name?" and right now, you are overreacting here and there, just stop please"

Alexa's POV A tear slips down my eyes as I stare at the reflection of a woman I know and do not know. Some months ago, I was Alexa—super clumsy, poor, and single. Today, I have turned into a sophisticated, rich bride to Xavier Gold, the most eligible bachelor in New York. I refused to wear a white dress on principle. White dresses have their own significance, especially on a day like this. Brides wear white dresses to signify their purity, love, and faithfulness, among others, to their partners.

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 the television.

My breath caught in my throat. Unable to believe what I'd just heard, I pressed the button again. Only when Cameron Finch's voice sounded again did I realize I hadn't misheard the first time. With trembling fingers, I tapped into Marissa Becker's Instagram, where the latest post was unmistakably a photo taken in a bridal shop. The caption read, "Picking out wedding dresses with the love of my life! I'm going to be the prettiest bride." The man in the photo was only half-visible, but I'd recognize that silhouette anywhere, even with my eyes closed.

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

​“You still call her Paula? You can just call her Mom now, Ruby.” ​“I’m used to it.” ​Chris climbed onto the bed and carefully removed the precious diamond necklace from the bride’s graceful neck, then placed it back in its box. ​It was now the most intimate moment for the couple. Since he had held the wedding at home, Chris didn’t feel too exhausted to enter the bridal chamber. He climbed onto the bed again, and the bride immediately looked startled. ​“What? I’m just going to take the flowers out of your hair,” he said, smiling at her fearful expression.

My gaze moves to the ceiling, and for the faintest moment, I see something, but it’s gone just as quickly. Suddenly, I’m pulled into a void and everything goes dark. Flashes of images swirl around me. Some I’m familiar with while others are new, but I don’t know that I want to see all of them. One comes fast and stays in my view for longer than the others. I see Kendric, but he has much longer hair. He’s standing before me, his eyes focused on me as we join hands. I can tell just by the lack of attire and everything else going on that it’s a mating ceremony. We’re happy and smiling, ready to be together. Somehow, I just know this time wasn’t during a time of war and we were mated at the stro

His bride. The next day, soft sunlight streamed in through the windows of the church. The small space had been trimmed in white and muted gold, elegantly spare but warm. Only family and close friends were invited. No photographers. No reporters. Just the muted sound of soft music and hushed conversation. In one of the rooms, Mia stared, gasping slightly. "Oh my God," she whispered, shaking a little. "Ashley, you are the most gorgeous bride I have ever seen in my entire life. Nathan is so lucky to have you."