Bride To Be... Novels & Stories

That made my skin crawl, mostly because she was right. “What do you want?” I asked. Instead of answering, she dug through her purse and slid a heavy business card across the table. I picked it up. Mary Wilson – Masters and Brett Bio-Consultancy “What’s bio-consultancy?” I asked. “We help clients who require specialized medical arrangements,” she said smoothly. “And I want to offer you a job.” I stared at her. “A job? I only have a high school diploma.” She leaned forward slightly. “My clients sometimes require… surrogates.”

“What?” Vincent’s eyes widened sharply. Inside the evidence bag was a phone, its screen already shattered. A police officer helped unlock it and pulled up the last recorded video. Christine’s face appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white dress, faded from too many washes, with light makeup on her face. The background was the rooftop of the Empire State Building, and the strong wind lifted her hair. “Vincent, congratulations to you and Elena on your wedding today. I’m sorry I can’t attend. It’s because I’ve decided to leave this world.”

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We finally made it to the County Clerk's Office with only fifteen minutes to spare before they stopped processing marriage licenses. Our friends were already gathered at the bottom of the steps, urging us to go inside. "Come on, get in there! After everything you two have been through, you finally made it in time for the eighth try!" My best friend, Ryan Chapman, had red-rimmed eyes as he reached over and straightened my tie for me. I was just about to walk inside when Chester Snyder, Melissa's childhood friend, suddenly spoke from the back seat. "Wait. My lucky bracelet broke. I need to fix it first." I stopped. Melissa stopped, too. "Okay. No rush." Chester lowered his head and be

She’d have to talk to Christy later and explain that she just hadn’t heard her, which wasn’t true, but Christy didn’t need to know that. The guests came in and were seated. Bree kept her face pointed straight ahead. Even when the pastor came out, followed closely by the groom and the groomsmen, she didn’t waiver her focus from a spot on the wall near the pastor’s head. The music changed, and everyone stood. It took Bree a moment to realize the bridesmaids were all headed up the aisle, the flower girl had thrown her flowers, and Monica was coming in. Now, Bree turned her head. She couldn’t help it. Never had she seen a lovelier vision than the bride coming down the aisle in a gorgeous white g

But I can't help but feel, it's just a contract it's not going to last. Taking a deep breath, I stand up pulling my wedding dress up in my hands so I can walk well. I walk out of my room as they led me to the garden where the wedding is taking place. I met Ryan at the entrance. He smiles at me. "You look beautiful Hazel " he says and I let out a fake smile. "Thank you " "Your hands "he says and stretch out his palms. "Are you walking me to the aisle " I ask. Yes " he says. I nod and let him.

The whole church quieted down, anticipating the moment when the bride would step in. Brielle, Cora and the other bridesmaids walked down the aisle before it was finally Brae's turn. She was holding onto William's arm in a solid grasp who looked down at her with a kind smile. As she started walking all eyes were on her. Brae was the one who had chosen 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri to be played at her wedding . A faint smile graced Brae's lips on thinking how the song was appropriate to express her feelings.

He mind links me, his eyes going black. My cheeks turn pink before I scurry my way to the alter where Lysander, Vladimir, and William are all standing. The song changes to the traditional Bridal Chorus by Wagner, as my dad escorts all three of my sisters down the aisle. The wedding ceremony goes off without a hitch but we are all tense, waiting for the moment that the Dark Fae and Beatrix will strike. Walking out of the ceremony, Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust” starts playing as my sisters and their new husbands walk towards the reception area in the grand ballroom.

My breath caught in my throat. Unable to believe what I'd just heard, I pressed the button again. Only when Cameron Finch's voice sounded again did I realize I hadn't misheard the first time. With trembling fingers, I tapped into Marissa Becker's Instagram, where the latest post was unmistakably a photo taken in a bridal shop. The caption read, "Picking out wedding dresses with the love of my life! I'm going to be the prettiest bride." The man in the photo was only half-visible, but I'd recognize that silhouette anywhere, even with my eyes closed.

She leaned closer, her voice muffled and her eyes terrifyingly bright. “Nora, you’ve met Alistair’s wife. We look identical, don’t we? “Alistair admitted to my face that I look exactly like she does when she was younger. Once she dies, I’ll reign as the Princess.” Her voice rose at the end, practically dripping with smugness and anticipation. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. “You’ve clearly been reading too many novels. What do you take vampires for? Do you really think becoming the Vampire Prince’s bride is a walk in the park?”