Bride To Be Read Online Novels & Stories

"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.

I could tell almost half of their pack came along and already whispering to each other about my absence. The sister had a sharp little face like a cat that has not been told to stop biting. She was wearing apricot silk and a great deal of jewelry. "Not a single guest," I heard her say. "Not even her *husband*. I told you, Mother." "Pathetic," the stepmother said. The father gave the bride a look I have given my dogs when they have soiled the rug. The bride did not flinch. She pulled a book out from under the table. She sat down on the edge of the dais — in a wedding gown, in the royal's receiving room — opened the book, and began to read.

Lisa nudged at me. "You have to give out your gift, This is the only opportunity" Beatrice glared at me. "Fine" I could only stand up and walked out of the hall to the room where the Bride is changing. Getting there, I saw that there were several others there too, who came over to give their goodwill greeting. "Wishing you a happy married life" I said to her after we walked into the room

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."

Genelia's mother responded with her calmest tone with obvious sadness as Diana's eyes enlarged. Even if this thing is happening then it would be a total unfair decision for Bella. At least in case of Genelia and Diana they were married in their legal ages! "This cannot happen, we need stop this!" Diana spoke as her both her mother's and aunt's eyes widened at her audacity. There has always been a rule to regulate the brides before marriages, to make them learn etiquettes. The honour manners the females well for their husband. Bella's life would be so harsh if she will be attacked so suddenly with all those harsh demands of honour.

“Try one more time.” And then, at last, the words I had been waiting for. “I…” Her voice cracked. “I’ll give you what you want. I’ll be what you want me to be.” My pulse spiked violently. “You can have me,” she whispered as more tears spilled down her face. “Breed me. I won’t fight anymore. Just release my brother.” For a terrifying beat, my lungs seemed to seize. The rush of finally getting what I wanted hit so suddenly it left me dizzy.

Everyone was happy, smiling, jubilating, everyone except the bride – or can I even call myself that? Those two words of his echoed in my mind as a swarm of guilt gripped my heart, accompanied by a wave of uncertainty and fear. "Do you, Cassandra Williams, take His Majesty Roberto as your lawfully wedded husband? To love and cherish forever until death do you part?" The million-dollar question shot at me, firing a billion bullets at my heart. I swallowed nervously, looking up at Alpha Roberto and feeling my insides tremble. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to yell 'No' and run out of the hall and away from this life of lies my father was subjecting me to.

Bella said the last part in a wink as she walked out of her room. Rex who was watching them chuckled making Don scowl at him from the mirror and he bowed his head quietly. Don finished wearing his tux and turned towards the exit with Rex following behind. **************** AT THE ALTAR* "Do you, Don promise to take Lillian Blake to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always till death do you part?" The priest read the wedding vow. "Yes." Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown.

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

and a note. I stared at the image. Seraphina. Not Alexa. Not the version I was grooming to trust me. She was the version he'd owned first. She was asleep in his bed. His sheets tangled were tangled around her body, her shoulders bare. She was vulnerable in the way only someone who felt safe can be. Vincent had taken this when she was still his. The note read: "Your bride used to moan my name in her sleep. She will return to her place soon enough."