Bridesmaid Stories Novels & Stories

I say and I stare at Irish. What exactly does he know about he situation? “Cult, listen to her for a moment.” She has something critical to say to us. Fey says. Why do you think that a destined bride doesn’t exist! You know how about them? She asks and I take my sit once again. It is fairytale that I learnt about when I was much younger. Truly, it sounds absurd and that is what I couldn’t control my self. I say. “A destined bride is real and if they believe that she is in this pack.” Talk less of your Pack house. Then, believe me! More of these intruders will keep coming.

"I know you're going to be so happy, Kyra. And I'll be right here every step of the way." Before I could respond, the dressing room door swung open, and Angie and Rika burst in, their faces beaming with excitement. They were dressed in their bridesmaid dresses, looking stunning as ever. "Kyra!" Angie exclaimed, rushing forward to envelop me in a tight hug. "You look gorgeous, girl!" I laughed; the sound ringing out like music in the small room. "Thank you, Angie," I replied, returning her hug with equal enthusiasm. "And you two look amazing as well."

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .

Meanwhile, Noelle's heart was racing, but she stayed cool as a cucumber, took a deep breath, and braced herself for the biggest moment of her life. "Hey, have you guys heard that funny wedding joke that's going around?" Tania piped up suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her, eager to hear the joke. "So, there was this bride who asked her bridesmaid, 'Can I go without shoes today?' The bridesmaid was surprised and asked, 'Why would you go without shoes?' The bride giggled and said, 'Because I don't want my own steps to be too loud!'" Tania chuckled, and everyone laughed along.

When everyone heard this, they all bent over to look for red packets, hoping to pick up one with more money. "Ha ha!" Justin laughed and took the opportunity to rush in with the groomsmaids. "Brothers, hug the bridesmaids one by one! It's up to your own abilities whether you'll find a girlfriend today!" "Yes, General! Thank you, General! Buddies, let's go!" As soon as the order was given, the bridesmaids started to avoid and scream. "Ah... let go of me!" Justin's groomsmaids were either rich and powerful gentlemen or high-ranking soldiers. They naturally had a sense of propriety when they joked.

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

BOOK 3: A MAFIA KING'S GAMES Disclaimer: This is Slade’s story. I will admit, this book now doesn't fit here but it’s too short to stand on it’s own, so here we are. If you are not interested in Slade’s book, please note that at the end of next week I will upload another book titled (His Secret Wife) on this platform, which is also about a girl forced into a marriage with a mafia king that wants nothing to do with her. It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping.

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”

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.

“I’m a great admirer of your work. I own nearly all of your collections.” She blushes faintly. “What an honor.” I offer my arm. She accepts. Together, we step back inside, and for the first time in a long time, I feel the stir of something dangerous. ******** Yasmine’s POV The MC’s voice booms across the ballroom. “Now, for tonight’s highlight! One lucky lady will volunteer for three charity dinner dates. On the count of three ...” “One… two…” I blink. Chairs scrape. Women scurry back to their seats.