D Royal Bride Novels & Stories

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.

On the day of the wedding, the groom and his friends departed to the fairy Goddess temple earlier than the bridal party. The groom, his friends Mason, Dillon, Shawn, and his wife Anna, along with Drake's father Roland and his fiancee are the few important people who accompanied Drake. Half the warriors stayed back to accompany the bride and half of them accompanied Drake. Drake is wearing a white dress, which consists of a white breaches, a white undershirt, and a lavish white overcoat studded with crystals and gems.

Anne took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my lady. It’s all everyone is talking about. The kitchen staff are already drafting meals for the royal wedding.” “Royal wedding?!” Lily was utterly shocked. Mirabel looked calm but in reality, her ears were ringing and her blood seemed to have run cold. “Who is this bride?” She managed to ask Anne. “Megan Brighton! Former queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Her marriage to Richardson Jared was dissolved yesterday.” Anne answered. “What a wench! She lost her throne and now she is here for Lady Mirabel’s crown!” Mary yelled. “We do not insult women we do not know, Mary.” Mirabel cautioned her lady.

It was Dylan's wedding day. His joy knew no bounds because he was looking at his bride right in front of him with her white wedding dress. The bride was none else than Selena. She was looking so beautiful. Dylan couldn't explain how this happened all of a sudden but he doesn't seem to care. This was just like a dream come true to him. He was just looking into his bride's eyes like it was all that matters. It was so beautiful that he didn't want to look away. He knew that Selena said the only thing that completes him. He wouldn't trade his love for anything. Looking at her dress, he saw that it almost filled the room. He couldn't see anyone else in the room aside from the two of them. Just as

She barely recognized herself, but perhaps that was the point. Today was the day she would do something reckless. Roy had stolen everything from her—her future, her dignity, her child. And now, he was parading his perfect wedding in front of the world, as if she had never existed. As if her pain was nothing. Well, she would make him remember. Darla didn’t need a GPS to remember where the venue was, she had kept it in the back of mind for days. Her photographic memory made sure of that. Every detail of the venue seared in her mind—the venue where she was supposed to be the bride.

"Be a good bride to the prince." I grimaced. "I will never be his bride." We're not sure about that. I'm sure than a hundred percent, Raja. He just wants to play with me. He has no intention of choosing me as his bride to be. I flinched at Raja's laugh. It sounded too beastly. As expected from a dragon. I could imagine him rolling his eyes. "Take care as well, Thiara," I hugged Thiara tight before finally going inside the carriage.

According to the rules, the Royal couple should be present in the hall for the rituals after sunrise, but clouds covering the sky deceived us. We both were gasping for air after getting ready on such a short notice, I almost tripped over my long dress due to heels. A-line, and thin strapped gown in a deep red hue, almost crimson like Ruby, adorned with hundreds of sparkling gemstones, it was my dream dress to wear at the mating ceremony. I was over the moon to be my lycan king’s bride! Maddox gently placed his hand on my waist, walking by my side on the long red carpet. His heart-warming smile burned my cheeks as he complimented me.

The Headline That Shattered the Set The article hit the internet at noon, spreading across social media like a digital wildfire. It was titled A Dynasty Secured: Inside the Preparations for the Wedding of the Century. The piece featured a staged photo of a glowing Priscilla Rossi holding a vintage Mordrake heirloom, accompanied by a detailed timeline of the upcoming engagement gala. The text spoke of a "union of old-world power and modern elegance," confirming that the Sovereign, Alexander Mordrake, had finally chosen his queen to stabilize the family’s global interests.

She squealed happily leaving the room after planting kisses on his face. Just as they walked off the red carpet into the building, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up, and Cole emerged, in a tailored black designer suit that accentuated his chiseled physique. His dark hair was stylishly styled, adding to his irresistible charm. The women in the crowd melted at the sight of him, even married ones couldn't help but swoon, while their husbands shot angry glares in his direction. Cole winked at a stunning woman, who dramatically clutched her chest, her eyes fluttering closed. "Honey, did you see that? He just—" her husband glared at her, and she quickly shut her mouth, her face flushing with emb

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.