Bride To Be, Not Me Novels & Stories

“Yes?” “As you know, my family isn’t attending the wedding,” I said slowly. “And I don’t really have a lot of friends back in America. I don’t have a lot of friends at all, actually. That’s why meeting both of you has been so special for me. So I was wondering if maybe… maybe you two would like to be my bridesmaids.” I thought they were going to start crying all over again. “Yes! Yes” Isla squealed, throwing her arms around my neck.

“It appears we have five brides left, but only one has a bid. In the history of Bind and Pack Match, this is the first time we have a bride unbid.” It was me, I knew it, my nervous wolf knew it too. I shouldn’t have even come here. I could have stayed in my father's den surrounded by his annoying wolves. I was the unbid bride, no thanks to the man who loudly proclaimed what an awful choice of a woman I would be because of my father’s reputation. I bit my lip, promising myself I wouldn’t cry and wouldn’t look weak until I walked safely off stage and alone. But, it didn’t stop my palm from being sweaty and my wolf stirring with isolating pain of what could be.

“Please don’t insult me.” Cassie stole all her boyfriends, never let any attention get to her, and blamed her for getting all the attention from their father. But it was never her fault, she was a lonely kid. With a heavy sigh, she pleaded again. “Please, Cassie. If you don’t come in between in my marriage-“’ “Your marriage? There’s no such thing. I’m taking him back. And he loves me, he doesn’t love you. So, why crying now?” She laughed.

After three years in a long-distance relationship, I went straight to the courthouse as soon as my flight landed, ready to marry Willow Payne. Instead, she showed up holding a newborn baby. Without a trace of guilt, she placed the baby in my arms. "This is Rachel, my daughter with Preston. You can raise her from now on." My mind went blank. Standing beside her, my childhood friend, Preston Webb, burst out laughing. "Willow and I got drunk one night, and one thing led to another. We ended up sleeping together. Your time working out of town is finally over, and now you get to come home and be a dad. Hell of a surprise, right?" I stared at them. "Do you seriously think this is funny?"

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

Who are you to me? Something shifted in his eyes. For a moment, composure gave way to something raw. “You are Bliss,” he said firmly. “My bride.” The word struck like cold water. Bride. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her head shook, the denial instinctive, though she could not remember enough to be certain. Still, the thought of being someone’s bride, of belonging to a man she could not recall, made her chest tighten with dread. “You do not remember,” he said quietly, his jaw tense. “It will return. Until then, I will keep you safe.”

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

“Bride to Be” is printed in sparkling font on Scarlett’s bright white sash. Although she’s already had numerous bridal showers and even a bachelorette party, Sheila, Scarlett’s older sister, decided we all needed girl-time tonight. She also decided that the best place to do that would be down the street from where the guys are holding Kurt's bachelor party.

“Like maybe she has hidden it away and plans to spring fatherhood on me while I’m walking down the aisle with another woman?” Sniffling, Brea stared him in the eyes. “Yes.” “You’re serious?” “Serious as a Bride To Be who needs closure on the first Bride That Was.” She crossed her arms over her ample chest. Cole stood up and crossed his arms over his chest too, as though he was ready to stand his ground. “Well, I won’t go talk to her alone. That would be wrong on all accounts. So, you…Miss Bride To Be better get up and get dressed.”

Chapter 1: The Bride Who Wasn’t Meant to Be “Ama… you’re going to walk down that aisle.” The words were calm, but the meaning behind them felt like a chain tightening around her throat. Ama stood frozen in the middle of the bridal room, her hands trembling as she stared at her aunt. The white gown hanging beside her looked beautiful—too beautiful for something that felt so wrong. “I can’t do this,” Ama whispered, stepping back until her shoulder hit the mirror. “This isn’t my wedding. I’m not Adjoa.”