Bridesmaid Stories Novels & Stories

Three weeks later. The cathedral smells like roses and lies. I stand in the bride’s chamber, staring at my reflection in a mirror that’s probably older than the vendetta between our families. The dress is beautiful, I’ll give them that. Ivory silk, hand-beaded lace, a train that goes on forever. Marcella Valenti chose it herself, sent it over with a note that read, “A Valenti bride must look the part.” Not my bride. Not Elena. A Valenti bride, like I’m already erased.

I expected them to pick the hint but they couldn't. Victor ignored the reporter and continued. “While he goes around showing off his pretty little wife Caila, let me reveal something to you. What Jace does not want you to know is that he is married to two women not one. Yes, you heard me right - two. And No, you may think that I'm against good old polygamy, but I'm not. My issue is not about him marrying two women but it that face that these are not just two random women but sisters! Can you belief that? Sisters!” Victor shouted and a series of gasps escaped the lips of reporters. I could even see some shaking their heads like they couldn't believe what they were hearing.

. . . Serene’s POV I didn’t want to leave the bedroom, but Stella had practically dragged me downstairs with promises of wine and zero talk about contracts, ex-wives, or rings. Jules was already sprawled across the sectional, phone in one hand, mimosa in the other, red curls exploding everywhere. “Come on, corpse bride,” Jules teased, patting the cushion beside her. “You look like you need vitamin D and dick pics. In that order.”

Claire found herself laughing at some of Melissa's stories about past weddings she had worked on, including one where the groom had accidentally stepped on the bride's dress and ripped it right before the ceremony. "What did they do?" Claire asked, horrified but amused. "The bride's sister was a seamstress," Melissa said with a grin. "She fixed it in about ten minutes with everyone standing around waiting. The bride was crying, the groom looked like he wanted to die, and the whole thing was just chaos." "But they still got married?" Zora asked. "They did. And apparently they are still happily together five years later, so I guess it all worked out." They all laughed at that. Claire was start

“Uncle.” Richard’s expression didn’t flicker. “How about I tell you a story?” He said smoothly. “A princess and a very strong dragon.” “Really!!” Her eyes lit up instantly. “That will be later though.” Richard said, holding up one finger. “I have a few things to take care of first. But tomorrow you have my full attention. Do we have an agreement?” “Hmm. Okay.” She pointed at him. “But you promised.” “I promised.” He held out his pinky.

Ramsey didn’t lie. “You were telling the truth, but I don’t remember this,” I whisper. “Now that you believe me,” he murmurs, “do you want to see what happened after the wedding?” “What? Why don’t I remember this?” Ramsey grips my arm in his grasp and pulls me back to him. “Of course you wouldn’t. You weren’t here to hear this conversation, but in another tent, waiting for your new husband. Now listen closely to what they say next.” I see the old Kendric walk off and only the two other remain.

"I have an announcement to make." They both turned their full attention to me. "I'm listening," Vivianne said, crossing her arms. "All of my bridesmaids are required to bring their man to the wedding," I said, keeping my face completely blank. "If you don't want to bring your husband, that’s fine, but you’ll have to find someone else to bring. You can borrow a man if you have to." Nyra relaxed immediately, knowing she was exempt, but Vivianne’s eyes went wide. She looked like I’d just insulted her heritage.

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...

As predicted Myra won all three rounds, and whenever Raj got the ring, Myra snatched it from him. " Myra won!! " Mom declared though she also saw that Myra cheated. Myra looked happy like a child and clapped. Viren rushed to her kissed her forehead and hugged her, " I am proud of my sister. " Myra grinned and everyone else smiled. We all were very tired after the rituals, so Mom told Myra to take Mahi to my... I mean our room. My friends pulled me away to tease me. Idiots!! Why do they find it interesting to tease a newlywed couple?? And they must not speak like this especially when Manik is here.