Chubby Bride Novels & Stories

Bob asked. “Ah! I know! These girls are having a party to celebrate her upcoming nuptials!” Lou said. “Oh! I see!” Bob responded. “Well, in that case, you’ve come to the right place. Our town’s brides also celebrate before their marriage. But we call it a Bride Fight.” I blinked a few times. “Bride Fight?” “Well, you see, before any broad gets married here, she’s gotta engage in a duel with a giant chicken.” Jasmine and Paige stifled laughter behind their hands. “Seriously?” Paige asked.

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

The matchmaker's shrill voice pierced through our dilapidated house. "Mr. Johnson, Mary's leg is disabled! She can't do much farm work. Sarah is not only pretty but also finished middle school. She's perfect for you." Mark Johnson gave me a cold glance and sneered, "What use is education for a girl? I need to marry someone like Mary who can bring good fortune and bear sons to carry on the family name." I stood by the bed, watching coldly, my hands clenched into fists to stop them from shaking. I wanted nothing more than to beat Mark Johnson to death right there.

The woman nodded, bowing at them in greetings. “Hello, everyone, I’m Cherry. It’s nice to meet you.” Bree stood up from her chair, her eyes staring at the lady from her head down to her heels. “Hi, I’m Breanne.” She stretched her hands forward for a handshake. “Cherry.” Bree’s eyes fell on the tiny bump on her stomach, nodding her head before glaring at her brother. He didn’t even wait until they got married before knocking her up with a baby. And then he acts so innocent like someone who has never seen the nakedness of a lady.

Yeah, maybe I should do that to save my ass. The next day, I woke up feeling like I didn't want to get up and leave the house but I couldn't because Javier and I were getting married today. This is crazy! The make-up artist that Javier hired for me and the bridesmaids fixed us up early. All of our bridesmaids are friends and cousins ​​are acquaintances of his.

Immi is my world, she rocks it. As she gets closer, she gives me a wink, I wink back, she blushes even more I can see a faint patch of redness on her chest. It’s damn difficult to tear my eyes away from her. Immi moves to the left hand side of the altar and smiles demurely. The other bridesmaids join her followed by a beautiful bride dressed in cream lace with a veil that trails behind her. She has her niece and nephew who look to be only five and six throwing out petals from their tiny baskets. It’s adorable.

Her mind was consumed with the memories that had resurfaced and the overwhelming uncertainty of her own feelings. As they stepped through the grand wooden doors of the church, the soft creaking sound echoed through the empty hall. The guests, who had been left bewildered by Elma's sudden departure, turned their attention to the returning bride. Whispers and concerned glances followed her every move, creating a palpable tension in the air. Elma could feel their eyes on her, but she remained resolute, focused on the task at hand.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

After she completely gave over control of her body to him, what sort of insult would she endure again? Suddenly, she recalled what he had said before claiming her body again. Help me forget her tonight... She laughed sadly. That's it. There was a disclaimer before he claimed her body again. She acted foolishly by failing to consider it. She was so anxious to offer herself to him again that she didn't even listen to what he said. She was just a rebound! A Rebound bride! A Rebound wife! She was only an option. "Yaz?" He appeared to be very concerned about avoiding an unplanned pregnancy that evening.

Curling my lips into a faint smile, I asked gently, "Christine, you don't look well. Were you so busy preparing for the wedding that you forgot to take your medicine?" She coughed nervously, her throat bobbing slightly. "Yes... I'm not feeling very well." I smoothly picked up the excuse and turned toward the officiant and the guests. "My apologies, everyone. The bride really isn't feeling well, so I'll take her to the lounge to get some medicine. We'll pause the ceremony for ten minutes. Please enjoy the champagne in the meantime." With that, I grabbed the bride by the wrist and led her backstage into the private lounge. The moment the door closed, the phone on the table buzzed.