Bridesmaid Stories Novels & Stories

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * Follow my social media by searching ‘Sprachi12’ to share any views about any of my stories. Thank you again.

she whined. "I told you don't wear it," Monica rolled her eyes, "You look far better natural anyway." "I dealt with that and something old but I feel we're missing something," Cassidy mused, adding the final touches to her makeup. The bridesmaids wore red body con dresses that ended above the knee and that were strapless.

’ She earned beaming and nodding from the two girls. After that, the journalist smiled to the camera and then in the studio, two female anchors thanked her. He sipped the tea, thinking perhaps this news program that his cousin talked about last night. Still sipping his tea, he watched the two women on the tv engaged in interesting talk. ‘Let’s read another mailpinion. This one’s subject is, I hope it’s my fairy tale, from Marianne Jones’ The black-haired anchorwoman paused to give her colleague a meaningful look, then she continued to read. ‘Since the Crown Prince is going under cover among us, I think it’s a huge change for every single lady in the country accidentally meet him or befriend

LOUIS'S POV If I am being honest, I don't want her as my wife or anything remotely related, in fact, I don't want her in my life but looking for a substitute Bride has been more difficult than I thought. For the last three to four days or so, Tommy and I have interviewed more than ten ladies for the position of a temporary bride and there is something always terribly wrong with all the candidates... It's almost like the universe is against me getting married.

“This lady came in here and was suspiciously handling the Laurel necklace. When I confronted her, she claimed she wanted to buy it.” The supervisor looked at Isabella again…then at Victoria, then at the other attendants who giggled and looked away. “Look, madam,” he began…

Adriana stepped forward, grabbed my wrist, and cried out, "Mi dispiace! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have said I liked necklaces. If I hadn't, Carlo wouldn't have melted the bracelet down and made it into one for me. "Giada, go ahead and strike me if you need to. Tomorrow's your wedding. You two shouldn't be arguing now—" I drew in a sharp breath, yet the fury in my chest refused to ease. That gold bracelet had been part of my mother's wedding gift to me, but it was melted down and remade into a necklace for Adriana. A loud smack rang out as I slapped her as hard as I could. "Give it back to me!"

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.

This was the signal. ​"Sarah," Elara whispered, her voice suddenly losing its tremor. She stood up straight, her shoulders squaring, her height seemingly increasing by inches as she shed the "victim" persona. ​Sarah blinked. "Elara? What are you doing? Sit down, you’ll upset him—" ​"I’m just wondering," Elara said, her blue eyes beginning to glow with a faint, crystalline light. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out? About the 'eat the bride' stories? About the 'discarded girls'?"

"I came back from a journey only to realize that she was gone." "Gone?" "Disappeared without a trace. She had suffered the same fate, just like every other bride before her. It is all the Bride Thief's doing." That made Belladonna feel even more unsettled. She remembered a lot about Moria, the writer of the book she had read, "How Not To Get Chosen", the Bride everyone thought would be the last. "What about the ones that tried to kill you, Eli? What do you do to them?"

Hilda was not interested in talking to Sapphire about what actually occurred between the two of them. Sapphire was the opposite of her and she would not appreciate that the two of them had sex without dating or anything. Her friend was the type of “sex after marriage” person and she was the total opposite. “Don’t worry about us. Besides, I returned his pen already,” Hilda said. “Really?” “Yeah. By the way, what sort of married couple does not have a single picture on the wall?” Hilda frowned. Sapphire smacked her tongue as she suddenly remembered the portraits her mother-in-law had done for them and had sent when they returned from their honeymoon.