Bride's Side Beauty Novels & Stories

“I didn't have much of a choice. Don’t feel special.” Eric laughed. “Wow. So cruel.” They both chuckled as the tension eased just a little. --- BRIDAL SUITE Beauty stood in front of a mirror admiring herself but also trying to calm her racing knowing there are many people at there waiting for her. Her wedding gown shimmered under the light—beautiful and elegant, designed with delicate beading along the neckline and a flowing train that filled the whole room. Her hair was pulled back with a veil pinned gently above it. Stunning would be an understatement.

^^ with you gem so that I would rank higher or stand a better chance to be promoted. Was done in a braide atop whilst the rest flowed behind, her face glowing with immerse beauty that if anyone sees her would not only be shocked but Envious.. at the same time admire this beauty here. Her beauty was minimalist and nice to watch as if wanting to watch this beauty for so long... so malevolent.

He nodded immediately and left the room with a respectful bow. This hotel was mine. Well, technically, it had been a gift from my wife, Gemma. Back then, my wedding had been a chaotic mess, mirrored by a similar spectacle in the hall next door. But that one had been orchestrated by Gemma. Lucas had pursued her relentlessly, and they were set to marry. But Gemma had always suspected he was only after her money. So, before the wedding, she told him she had a terminal illness and that her days were numbered. She said she would leave only a portion of her estate to her parents and donate the rest.

She was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and black cargo pants. She turned slowly when she heard me approaching. Her grey eyes were piercing and sharp. "Well, well," she drawled lazily. "The bride's up." I blinked. "And you are?" She popped her gum. "Rayne. With a 'y', not an 'i'. Try to remember that if I ever have to kill someone for you." I squinted. "Comforting." She grinned, her tongue poking her cheek. "You're smaller than I expected. But the attitude makes sense."

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.'

" She muttered moving close to them. “I'm telling you, beautiful ladies are everywhere!” Ethan exclaimed. Tiffany shook her head. “You're not looking for substance, Ethan. Beauty is more than physical appearance.” Camille chimed in, “Actually, I think beauty is a combination of confidence, intelligence, and kindness. Physical appearance is just the icing.” Tiffany nodded vigorously. “Exactly! Camille gets it.” Ethan chuckled, holding up his hands. “Alright, alright. I'm outnumbered.” Tiffany clapped hands with Camille, a victorious smile on her lips as she stared at Ethan.

I was so amazed by the clothes I saw inside the shop. "Wow, your shop and the clothes here are beautiful," I praised. "Yes, that is true. And it suits beautiful people like you too. Since you're going to be Javier's wife, you're going to use the same brand of clothes." She is so pretty when she smiles. I couldn't say anything but just looked at her. "Hey, are you alright? Is there a problem?" she asked, I immediately shook my head. "No, nothing. I'm sorry, you're just so beautiful that I can't look away. I'm sorry," I said bowing.

Alexander POV I stared out the window. “Good morning baby.” Monica whispered as stood up from the bed naked and walked towards me. “Beauty, how was your night?” I asked, staring at her lips. “Hope you slept well?” She laughed seductively. “My night was amazing because I had you by my side.” I laughed. “You really know how to play your cards well.” I lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed. “Don’t you?”

Please let the answer be no. The cathedral doors opened behind us. The room shifted. Everyone turned. My sister appeared at the end of the aisle on my father’s arm, radiant in ivory silk and cathedral-length lace. Celeste Hartwell had been preparing for this wedding since she was seventeen. She looked luminous. She looked happy. She looked like someone about to receive everything she'd ever wanted. The organ swelled as she began walking down the aisle. Adrian Swift turned toward her. He smiled. He watched her approach.

Not like they don't already see the claiming mark, but now we had to show them the love bites too. But I had to admit, the silk was beautiful. The wide collar and sleeves were framed by a thick, ornate border of gold and light blue silk, heavily embroidered with dark floral patterns and twisting vines. To finish it, they fastened long, dangling silver earrings to my ears that brushed against my neck with every movement. "You look very beautiful, Your Grace," one of the younger maids whispered, smoothing down my hair, which now cascaded much longer past my shoulders. "The colors suit you.”