Bridesmaid Stories Novels & Stories

“When you were born, Dad and Marco loved you. Too much. They swore you’d be their little princess.” “I didn’t allow it.” Her eyes glittered with madness. “I’m the princess of this family. You were a threat.” “So I pulled out Mom’s oxygen tube after her surgery.” “I made them think she died because of you.” My knees nearly buckled. “What…?” “You… you killed Mom?” “She was innocent!” “So?” Valentina shrugged. “And I’ll take the rest of your life too.” “Today’s wedding is only the beginning.” “I’ll show you what real despair tastes like.”

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

“That’s all I ask.” He looked down at me, his expression softening. “Just don’t let her talk you into wearing something ridiculous as a bridesmaid.” “Oh, I already lost that battle,” I said, grimacing. “Ruffles. So many ruffles.” Micah groaned. “God help us all.” I snorted. “That’s what I said when she showed me the swatches.” But despite everything ,the chaos, the awkward history, the sheer absurdity of it all ,I had to admit…

“Oh come on! You’ve had history at school, same as everyone else! Surely you must have been expecting it?” I’m thrown by that one. “Why would I possibly have been expecting it?” “Oh my goddess, Alicia! If you maybe took half an interest in our kingdom, you’d be more informed. It’s been 200 years! It’s time for the next bride swap, and… duh! There are only two princesses who are eligible for it.” Wtf? Bride swap? I vaguely remember something about the 200-year bride swap being taught as part of our history lessons as I wrestle the Long Island Iced Tea back out of Darren’s clutches. He is looking at me like I’m a simpleton he needs to educate.

"Oh, someone is legally going to be a wife next month." Nita visited Grace during her break after hearing the news about her marriage plan with Evan. “You … will make me your bridesmaid, right? People say that after a woman becomes a bridesmaid three times, she will get married soon." Grace laughed at Nita's words. "What kind of myth is that? I've never been a bridesmaid but I'm getting married next month, you see,” she said, amused.

"If you cry, I am going to cry. And if I cry, Maya is going to cry. And the three of us are going to look like wrecked bridesmaids in every single photo." I swallowed hard. "Then stop whispering in my ear and look at the bride." "That is the problem," Maya whispered from my other side. "She is too beautiful. It is not fair. How is anyone supposed to compete with that?" "You are not supposed to compete with the bride. That is the first rule of being a bridesmaid." "Then someone should have told her to tone it down." I laughed, and hoped that somewhere out there the sister who had raised me was watching, and she had to be proud.

I will give them a warm welcome. A month later, Aiden again had to visit the annual bridesmaids. And not out of a desire to find a wife, but out of duty. The event required special measures to increase security, and most members of the Order of Darkness, including himself, had the honor of attending this fair of hypocrisy year after year. The brides, trained by his aunt Eliza, pretended to be innocent sheep, which most of them had not been for a long time. To some extent, he himself contributed to this. And rich grooms portrayed diligent gentlemen. Although behind the backs of many of them hung exorbitant debts and holes in the pedigree.

Bridesmaid 2: Samantha, you love Adam, right? Samantha: Of course I do. Bridesmaid 3: And he loves you? Samantha: Yes, he does. Bridesmaid 1: Then what's the problem? Samantha: (pauses) I don't know. I guess I'm just scared. Bridesmaid 2: (puts her arm around Samantha) It's okay to be scared. But don't let fear stop you from being happy. Samantha: (smiles weakly) Thanks, guys. I needed to hear that.

"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.