Bride To Be... Novelas e Histórias

Absolute love-struck war goddess. My heart jolted violently. Haylee Kenton? The legendary head of that mysterious business empire... she secretly loved me? And even came here to act as my fake bride? I took a slow breath and raised a hand, interrupting the officiant. "One moment." The entire venue instantly fell silent. The woman standing before me flickered with panic. The tips of her ears turned red, and even her breathing became uneven. Curling my lips into a faint smile, I asked gently, "Christine, you don't look well. Were you so busy preparing for the wedding that you forgot to take your medicine?"

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

The medley of chords came through the far end of the great hall as the spastic couples twined hands to sail to the gold rims of the dance floor, breathing easier now that I had stopped talking. “Well, If you will excuse us, I'll take the maiden for a little spin,” Kalden said airily, not looking at me and I felt my heart hammer loudly against my ribcages so that I almost clutched at my chest. I nodded wordlessly, unable to tear my eyes from the way my best man's hand wrapped around the small of my woman’s back. My woman? What the hell was wrong with me? Get a fucking grip, Hector! I pressed my lips together when the red-faced woman looked at me over Kalden’s shoulder, her green eyes widening

"Oh please, don't ruin my mood with your never ending pity. Let me just imagine myself wearing it and assume you got it for me and present it to me like this… she paused as she dramatized how Naya would go on her knees to present the bracelet to her. "I'm presenting a bracelet not asking you to be my wife," Naya muttered giggling. "Even if you ask me I would have said no if you were a guy," enola scoffed. "You dare not, you won't be able to resist my handsome face," Naya bragged. "And you won't be able to resist my honey ass," enola replied, shaking her ass.

Here she comes on down the aisle Behind her veil, she wears a smile In her hands, the bright bouquet Daddy's here to give the bride away Best man fumbles for the band Groom puts it on her trembling hand Almost before the vows are through In her calmest voice, she says, "I do." Here comes the bride Something old Here comes the bride Something new Here comes the bride Something borrowed And something blue She hears the sound of little feet But first, there's a wedding cake to eat Guests line up to kiss the bride

"Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Story of my life." The Anderson ladies exchanged amused glances. As the door creaked open, Lauren took a step forward. With a commanding presence, she addressed the assembly, "Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. Please welcome the bride, Mellisa, as she graces us with her presence." Mellisa, guided by Oceane, began her walk down the aisle, the hem of her gown trailing behind her. The room held its collective breath, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound accompanying her journey.

Even without makeup, her beauty was still very attractive. He blinked his eyes and shook his head trying to remove Camille from his thoughts. “I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast, grandma will be waiting for you. You should hurry up.” He turned his back and left the room. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She couldn’t believe she agreed to something like this . She placed her right palm on her heart to slow it down. "Everything will be fine, don’t worry, it’s just a contract marriage, everything will be fine," she thought.

It worked. He came straight to me, brushed a curl behind my ear, and whispered, "Missed you." I leaned into him. "I almost broke and called you last night." He chuckled. "I’d have answered. Always will." Naomi clapped her hands. "Okay! Everyone to the table. Let’s practice sitting still and pretending we’re dignified tomorrow." We all laughed and gathered around. Raymond said a quick prayer. Then the toasts began. Beatrice raised her glass first. "To the bride and groom. For choosing love. Not the easy kind, not the perfect kind, but the kind that grows in the quiet, in the work, in the waiting."

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.'

THE BRIDE OF THE CENTURY ••Luciana•• The mirror throws my reflection back at me like a joke I never agreed to. I asked firmly and clearly for something simple. A soft curl here, a light touch of makeup there. Something that said I’m present, not I’m the main attraction in a royal circus. Yet here I stand, looking like the bride of the century.