Bride Precious Moments Mga Nobela at Kwento

sage said as I gave him a wink. "That's the spirit dude" I said…. ★★★ "You may now kiss your Bride" the Rev said as my heart skipped as if I wasn't expecting it. I could see how uneasy Aurora was as she gave me a stern look. "Don't make it deep…Just peck me" she whispered as I crushed my lips on hers. ©Pop Precious

The diamonds sparkled under the lights, breathtakingly beautiful. Damien stood behind me, carefully adjusting my veil. His movements were gentle and precise. "You must be the most beautiful bride in the world," he whispered. He pressed a tender kiss to my temple. I looked at the peaceful life reflected in the mirror, my heart calm. Finally, the nightmare was ending. Tomorrow I would become Damien's wife. "I need to take an urgent call," Damien said apologetically. "I'll be back in five minutes." "It's okay, I'll wait for you."

My eyes trailed to the 64 inch television hanging on the wall displaying varieties of channels, the complete home theater sound system that could blast the entire wall street out of their houses, then the dining table. It had twenty-four chairs! Is this a conference table because that's exactly how the dining looked. The round glass table was enough to host fifty people in a ball. I noticed the glass table wasn't transparent but opaque glass. Hmm, looks like someone is intelligent. "...and this is Miss Hailey Parker, my bride." I snapped my head back to the little group just in time to hear grumpy's last words. A stupid feeling blossomed in my heart. He had called me his bride, that stupid i

She thought she was too cold to her all the time. “Your father has a message for you. Although, It will benefit me if you didn't come.” Then she just hung up the call. Camille began to call back but abruptly paused when she heard the whispering behind the door. She’s still asleep. You will meet her when she is awake-“ “Just a little glance.” A woman begged. “My grandson is getting married!” She chirped giggling loudly.

The Wedding Day The cab pulled up to Elysian Grand Hall, the place already buzzing with flashing cameras and murmurs. I stepped out in a deep green dress that hugged my body just right, a silk scarf over my hair, and large sunglasses covering most of my face. Calm on the outside. Boiling inside. Two security guards stopped me at the entrance. “Invitation?” one asked. “I’m the bride’s sister,” I said, holding up an old photo of me, Emily, and Vivian at a gala. “Family.” They exchanged looks. One raised a brow, clearly not expecting that. The other studied the picture, then gave a nod, “Go ahead.”

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

ASHLEY'S POV "Let's get this over with." Those were the longest words I heard him say ever since his entrance to the room. His hoarse voice which held no sign of emotion rumbled like a distant thunder in the large sitting room that was now occupied by his mother, Jane Jordan - the heiress of Jordan Jewelleries, the dark haired judge who sat by an oak table that had been placed in the center of the room for this purpose, Mother, and I , the I-know-nothing-about-this bride dressed in a knee-length lavender gown and silver stiletto heels, nothing befitting for a bride on her big day.

"We will be there in the next minute. Stop crying, princess." . "Hmm", I nodded and within a blink of a few seconds, I was at my home. . You're here... Andy, you're back... Andy... My bride... . . . #TBC

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the