Bride To Be Read Online Novels & Stories

The ritual was about to start. An elder stood to his feet, reading some ancient texts out loud into the tub. "May the groom present himself." Axel climbed the podium, a look of pride on his face as he smoothened his suit. For a second, his eyes landed on mine before flicking away. He smirked. My fists clenched. "May the bride present herself." Silence. The crowd looked around, eyes wandering for the bride but no one came out. Some eyes fell on the frail girl who had worn white, but she waved her hands innocently as a smile grazed her lips, mouthing. "I'm his sister."

Everyone's gaze turned to look at her, their eyes widening in admiration. “Who is she?” “Isn't the bride in yet?" “I thought I saw the bride walk in with the alpha." Phoebe walked over to the ladies who were gossiping about Luna. She had a scowl on her face. “This is Luna, my brother's mate and the bride of this engagement.” She announced. “I hope you won't keep on spreading rumors that she isn't the bride.” The ladies nodded their heads. “Sure, we wouldn't dare do that.”

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

“And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” The silence was loud as she hesitated, mouth moving but no sound coming out, she gripped her dress, seeming to summon courage and then she squeaked out "I do", her voice barely audible. “By the power vested in me, by the celestial deities, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” I watched as Raven stiffened, eyes slamming shut, hands tightening on her dress and body trembling as she waited for a kiss. My chest stung, I had to fist my hand to keep fr

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

His calloused fingers, resting lightly on the table, occasionally invaded her view, a quiet reminder of his presence. As the evening wore on and Caelia reluctantly slowed her feasting, two young women approached the table. Their careful attire and poised movements betrayed their noble upbringing. Rhyzar nodded, allowing them to ascend the stairs. Setting aside the glass of unfamiliar wine she’d been given, Caelia straightened in her seat as the women approached. “My lord Draken,” the taller of the two said, bowing her head gracefully. Her golden curls cascaded like streams of honey over her tanned shoulders. Her crimson lips curved into a warm, elegant smile. “I’ve been so eager to meet your

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.

Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'. I opened the letter with trembling hands. Sure enough, no matter how graceful Sarah's handwriting tried to be, it couldn't mask my mother's wrath boiling beneath the lines. Switching grooms without notice—Strike One. Running off and getting married on my own—Strike Two. Then vanishing without a word to the family—Strike Three. The kind you don't come back from. By the time I reached the end, where Blake was frowning hard at the page, a strange sense of calm settled over me.

It was just obvious, the disciples' acting wasn't very good. The bride squinted and looked at their faces. "Really?" "Really!" Esteban nodded hard. The bride laughed again, her voice was really nice: "Then have some appetizers first, my husband isn't back yet. When he gets home, I'll have him make some bone soup for everyone." Bone broth? Whose bone? The disciples of the sect leaned on the table, looked at Amelia, then looked out the window, and finally stared at their new bride, who was tilting her head at them.