Brides Revenge Novels & Stories

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.

Scarlett then noticed both her attire and her mother's turned into old grey gowns with white bonnets over their heads. "Where are we?" She asked her mother, a breeze blowing over their gowns. "Home. Pastonville, 1699." _______________________________________________ No one would stand absolutely NO CHANCE in taking on the Crimson Bride. Zayne knew that. An untamed she-beast until one who takes her blood controls her. The power from her reawakening was so immense, that he could still feel it even if he went out of state. The scent from her was incredible, warm caramel invading his nostrils. His taste buds tinkled and his anticipation kept his stomach twisting into knots and twists. He knew wh

"My father gave you to Vincent to keep you quiet! How did you get him to bring you here wearing the family diamonds?" "Vincent does not treat me like a prisoner," I said, tilting my chin up, letting my fingers touch the heavy platinum pendant at my collarbone. "He treats me like his wife." "Wife?" Julian sneered, a bitter, ugly laugh bursting from his throat. "You think that monster wants a wife? He uses women to clean his knives! What did you do, Sienna? Did you crawl into his bed on night one? Did you sell your soul to the executioner just to save your skin?"

Valerie’s POV ‘I’m my dead sister's clone… A substitute bride!’ Goosebumps crawl along my skin as reality hits in full dose. Baron’s silence is all the answers I need. “I want a divorce,” I mumble, broken. “Vee,” he grips my arm. “We can sort this out…” “We?” I choke on a laugh. “There’s no we, and stop calling me that.” I push him off and dash out of the garden.

She screamed and stumbled back, trying to claw it off. Vincent desperately pulled at the silk with his burning hands, but it wouldn't catch fire, instead, the threads glowed even brighter and twisted into a crown upon her head. Her vision blurred to red as voices pressed into her head: “Bride. Bride. Bride.” The First Bride emerged from the dark, getting closer with her ruined face just inches away from Camela’s. “There. Perfect. Every bride wears a crown.” Vincent roared, his flames erupting high enough to shake the walls as he grasped the silk crown with both hands, searing his palms in an attempt to yank it off her head.

she pleaded again, “I’ve worked so hard for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. Please help me. They say if brides cross paths but don’t exchange bouquets, it’ll ruin their happiness. I never thought you’d suddenly change your route… I know you don’t think much of mine, but I poured my heart into making it. Don’t tell me everything has to be measured by money?” She stayed put, refusing to leave. Meanwhile, the hate-filled comments in her livestream grew louder, fueled by her manipulation. The more my reputation crumbled, the more satisfied she seemed. She really would stop at nothing to ruin me on my wedding day. I let out a long sigh. “Fine. Since you insist, take it.” Smiling, I he

We paid two different actors to pretend to be a priest and a notary public, our marriage doesn't exist anywhere. Although she had given me my body, I had given her my soul, for a few hours, in this hut, I stopped being Habbab Arslan, the man who owed a debt to his family, the man who was doing all this for pure revenge, she killed him... But I could not stay dead, I had to wake up when the sun came up and break the heart of that poor girl who so trustingly curled up next to me. "Habbab, that was really special, wasn't it?" I ask excitedly.

The Luke family stood frozen under the weight of countless scrutinizing gazes, their expressions pale with shock, unsure of how to respond. Ivy looked at the images, her eyes devoid of fear or excuses—just an eerie emptiness. This was happening again. She was used to being humiliated. But she refused to drag Luke into this mess. Stepping forward, her voice was calm yet resounded throughout the hall with unwavering clarity: “This wedding… I am calling it off.” A deafening silence followed. Gasps of disbelief filled the air. No one could fathom that the bride herself would be the one to cancel her own wedding.

The morning of the wedding broke with a soft golden glow bathing the pack lands. The air buzzed with excitement, as though even the trees were whispering about what the day would bring. Flowers bloomed brighter. The birds chirped louder. Everything felt more alive. Inside the bridal chambers, Reva stood silently before the full-length mirror, the soft swish of silk brushing her ankles. Her gown was unlike anything ever seen—moon-white, embroidered with ancient runes that shimmered faintly in the light, whispering secrets only witches knew. It hugged her delicate frame in elegance, her long dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, adorned with silver vines and soft gardenias.

And with a strength she had never possessed before. This marriage was not the end. It was the beginning. The beginning of a plan Jasmine had long kept in silence. **Revenge.** To be continued…