Bride's Side Beauty Novels & Stories

I want to eat something as well. "Okay" I'll change now.” Betty, who was standing by the side, took off her wedding dress and changed it into a red wine gown. Her long mermaid chin set off her perfect waist and buttocks, making Betty's figure look extremely perfect. When the three of them came out together, it was enough to stun all the men present. The bride was beautiful, and the bridesmaid by the bride's side was also beautiful. Even Amelie, who was somewhat like the bride, did not give in.

"What a beauty. Just look at that pretty face of hers with those pink, pouty lips. It's gonna feel so good to have her mouth around me when she blows me!" "I want to be the first person she blows!" "Get out of the way! I paid first." "Come here, baby, and let a man teach you how to rub him the right way… Ahhh… It feels so good!" I could feel their heavy breaths on my ear, neck, and collarbone. They tore off my wedding gown, and numerous unrecognizable hands groped me everywhere. Some fondled my chest hard, others gripped my slender waist. I could feel them gripping my soft curves, pressing themselves against me, over and over.

The fabric seemed alive, catching the lights and reflecting it in a way that made it appear as though the dress were shimmering from within. Her beauty combined with the dress didn’t need anything else. She wore a simple necklace her mother once owned, tiny diamond earrings, and minimal makeup, yet she sparkled as if the sun itself had chosen her to wear its light. The simplicity of her accessories only enhanced the brilliance of the gown and her natural features. Her hair fell elegantly, framing her face in soft waves that added to the goddess-like effect she already projected. Every movement, every step seemed calculated yet effortless, a perfect harmony of grace and fire.

"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."

He could only smile at her words for he knew that that is not what her eyes are saying. She is wearing Dijon layered skirt and alabaster shirt featuring wing neckline and cuff sleeves. Her feet are encased in Mary Jane slippers, a chiffon veil wrapped in a classic way around her. She looks as beautiful as always and if anything, she is glowing more than the last time he's seen her. He heard that they are doing this bride's beauty skin treatment along with his sister whom he found out she will be getting married again together with them.

Beside Bridie, Alistair looked clean-shaven, the sickly grey pallor gone from his skin, replaced by a healthy flush brought on by the breeze and a quiet, profound humility that drew respectful nods even from the Ferguson elders. Bridie stood before me, bare-headed beneath the sun, her dark hair woven with white ribbons and silver rowan twigs. She didn't wear bridal silk; she wore a simple tunic of forest-green wool cinched with a worked leather belt, but her hazel eyes held an unvarnished radiance that made the breath catch hard behind my ribs. I took both her hands in mine. Her palms were calloused, warm, and entirely steady, banishing the phantom cold of the ancient limestone dais.

mom said again. "Well, why don't you let Beverly get married to Mr. Popular?" I half yelled. "I'm sorry honey but you were chosen, don't try doing anything stupid okay," mom said and giggled like a maniac. "Hey!! come fix her face, she ruined the first makeup" mom said and walked out. *** I walked down the aisle with dad holding my hands. "You're so beautiful honey" dad whispered leading me to where my groom was standing. As soon as we got to where my groom was standing, he took over from my dad gripping my hand tightly.

Maggie stood beside Lila. "I do…" Lila smiled brilliantly. Maggie grinned. "I make a lot of money through this gown. Like a lot." "Because it's beautiful and many people bought it?" The grin on Maggie's face turned wider. "Nope. This is the only one." It must be because of the silk and the silver embroidery, thought Lila. She gasped in the next second, imagining she would wear a very gorgeous and lavish gown. "Emm… Maggie," Lila hesitated. "I don't want this gown, can you show me a more affordable and modest gown?"

A car was parked outside and the driver took us to a large mall. While we were searching for a dress, a beautiful woman and a young girl came up to us. “My queen” she did a little curtsy. “Stop that Victorine. How are you Aubrielle” “I’m fine” the little girl murmured and smiled at Elowen who caresses her cheeks. “And who is this?” Victorine accessed me. “This is Paisley. My sons bride” Elowen announced proudly. “Oh goodness. She’s here already? She’s beautiful. It’s so nice to meet you” she smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same