Bride To Be... Novelas e Histórias

Although he persistently asked her out on a date, Crystal politely declined, emphasising the importance of preserving their friendship. She was in the dressing room, preparing as usual. She slipped into a top that resembled a net adorned with beads, and paired it with a matching skirt embellished with braided beads at the hem. The beads created a delightful sound as she walked. She gathered her hair into a ponytail and confidently stepped out. "It's showtime, Jae," she whispered to herself. With each step, she moved towards the pole with a seductive grace, her heels and beads creating a symphony of sounds. Even before her performance began, every man in the room was captivated by her stunnin

Her waist length hair had been braided expertly by her mother who had taught her how to whilst equally infusing emerald and golden rhinestones as well as white baby breath flowers within the curls loose flowing curls and the braids. Her makeup had been done by both her mother and grandmother who had stuck to neutral tones. Mascara, a light dusting of golden eye shadow to keep in tone with her outfit, light pink blush to give her cheeks some color and some gloss for her lips. She didn't need much, though. Only enough to enhance her beauty which was saying something considering how flawless she already looked. "It almost seems as if we are giving you away on your wedding day or your coronation

Soft music from the hidden speakers echoed across the room but couldn’t hide the hushed whispers and excited giggles from the ladies seated in front. Today was the day. The beautiful bride walked up to the altar trembling with anticipation and determination and her father right beside her; this was the day she had been waiting for. Even as she was serious, she couldn’t help but take glances at the decor that Beverly had chosen. It was beautiful. As she let go of her father’s hand, Arya went up to the altar and stood in front of Ryker, her bridesmaids behind her.

"The bride, ahh yes. What is your name? Why is there a man here?" "Oh, me?" Becket inquired as he put his hand on his chest. "I'm Becket Petersen, the groom-to-be." "Why are you here then? It's bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding." Sarahfran voiced out as she moved closer to Beck who was still sitting on the chair. "My fiance doesn't believe in that and neither do I," Beck remarked as he started to cross his legs. "Hmm..." Sarahfran pivoted around and walked toward Lucky and Cherokee who was still in the tight-fitting gown. "Now the bride,"

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

“What’s your name?” “Brittany, you can call me Bre” she responded. “Brittany, the bride hasn’t showed up and it’s 45 minutes to commence the ceremony, there’s paparazzi and media that are ready to embarrass Cole if something goes wrong” Brittany wondered why Naya was telling her all this, she was only here to do her job, she didn’t care about anything else. “You have a similar body type as Luna can you be the back up bride for us? Dress up and get your make up done, we’ll present you as the bride if she doesn’t show up” Naya said to her.

“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.”

Under everyone's gaze, Victor held Anna's hand and walked to the center of the stage. The wedding dress, the roses, the church, and Victor himself—it was all exactly as I had once imagined. Except the woman beside him wasn't me. It was Anna. At Victor's request, the officiant stepped aside. Victor was visibly emotional. He insisted on presiding over his own wedding.

“Of course, go… go.” “Lyssa, what the hell kind of hairspray did you use on my hair?” Becca reached to scratch behind her ear. “It itches.” “I just need five minutes in the mirror—” Lyssa stopped, finger pointed. “Becca Louise Duran! I worked too hard to get a natural look that can resist the gale force winds off this damn beach, so you will sit on your hands if you get the urge to touch. At least until after pictures.” Terez laughed at the young woman as she carefully fitted the veil amid the sophisticated curls framing Becca’s face and neck, letting the sheer fabric fall in floaty layers to the bride’s shoulders.

“Though I’m afraid we may not have anything already prepared that would fit her properly.” “That’s fine,” Rhydan said. She looked me over once more, then exchanged a glance with her husband before turning back to Rhydan. “But I can make one.” “Will it be ready before the festival?” Rhydan asked. “Oh, certainly,” Mara assured him. “There’s still plenty of time.” Before I could fully process what was happening, Mara was already guiding me toward a raised platform surrounded by mirrors and draped fabrics. “Arms out, dear.”