Bride To Be... Novels & Stories

She then said, "Alright, don't forget that you're the prettiest bride in the world. "Bar none!" - At the center of the wedding stage, the emcee had already taken the microphone and begun his speech. His enthusiastic tone immediately quieted the guests, who eagerly anticipated what was to come. "Now, let us welcome our beautiful bride down the aisle!" he announced. With this announcement, all eyes turned to the closed archway adorned with flowers. As the music played, the gate opened, revealing Jeanna being led out by Sophie. Apart from the brilliant bride, dressed in their best, Cherry and Tristan, followed behind, holding the long hem of her dress and scattering red rose petals from their s

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

CLARA "Do you, Prince Roberto, take Cassandra Williams, as your lawfully wedded wife? To love and cherish forever, till death do you part?" Jared, Roberto's handman, who served as the officiator of the ceremony asked. Prince Roberto looked at me, taking my hand into his. His gaze softened as a smile brightened his face. "I do." He said and cheers erupted from the numerous attendees. Everyone was happy, smiling, jubilating, everyone except the bride – or can I even call myself that?

More meaningful and heartfelt. Death cannot break their vows, and beings that have sworn their loyalty will always find each other, even in the afterlife. Bree patted the front of her dress before signaling Bran to start the walk down the aisle. Her wedding gown was an ivory-colored ballgown with a sweetheart neckline overlaid with lace that formed the cap sleeves and frothy tulle for the skirt. “I do not have any grand speech prepared, but as I hand my sister’s heart and soul over to your care, I expect she will be cared for and never left wanting in this life,” Brandon said with a serious face that was meant to intimidate his brother-in-law.

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."

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.”

I’m left in the room with my pulse racing and my thoughts clawing at me. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll be his wife. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. *** It’s the day of the wedding. I wake queasy, my stomach turning before my eyes even open. For a moment, I lie still, hoping it’s a dream, that if I don’t move the world will fold back and I’ll be in my own bed at home. But when I sit up, reality is douced over me like cold water. Today isn’t just another day. Today, I’m supposed to be someone’s bride.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Even Beau herself. She stood staring at her reflection in the mirror silently while tears gathered in her eyes. “Oh no,” Jasmine whispered dramatically. “The bride is activating.” Beau laughed through her tears while Anne walked over and took her hand. “You look Ethereal.” Beau squeezed her fingers tightly.

She made me realize that the happy life I thought I had was nothing but a fragile bubble that could be popped with just a touch. As Jessica snuggled into Benedict's arms, she asked with a frown, "What do you mean by that, Oliver?" Benedict was wearing a white suit today, which matched Jessica's white bridal gown. They looked like actual newlyweds when they embraced. Even though I was the actual groom, I looked more like a pathetic clown when I stood across from Jessica and Benedict. Instead of answering Jessica's question, I responded with a question of my own as I stared into her eyes.