D Royal Bride Novels & Stories

His calloused fingers, resting lightly on the table, occasionally invaded her view, a quiet reminder of his presence. As the evening wore on and Caelia reluctantly slowed her feasting, two young women approached the table. Their careful attire and poised movements betrayed their noble upbringing. Rhyzar nodded, allowing them to ascend the stairs. Setting aside the glass of unfamiliar wine she’d been given, Caelia straightened in her seat as the women approached. “My lord Draken,” the taller of the two said, bowing her head gracefully. Her golden curls cascaded like streams of honey over her tanned shoulders. Her crimson lips curved into a warm, elegant smile. “I’ve been so eager to meet your

Behind Darryl, Ambrose smiled widely, looking at Darryl with happiness in his eyes. Then, under the gaze of thousands, the brides entered. Instantly, there were cheers all around. Many men looked envious. The eight brides were drop-dead gorgeous! Debra, Yvette, Yvonne, Monica, Aurora, Shannon, Quincy, and Lily. They held hands and walked on stage. More importantly, each of the brides was of high status. Some were empresses, some were Sect Masters. It could be said that Darryl was living the ultimate dream of many men.

Rivera said with finality as she turned her back from him, tears slid down her face. The guards didn't hesitate before throwing Royal out of the mansion, as he landed face first on the floor and the rain soiled his clothes even further, a black Maybach stopped in front of the gate and Erada stepped out with Draco. " Olivia.." Royal mumbled as he sprang to his feet, a pang of jealousy hit his chest, while his life was on the verge of destruction, the second master had announced that she was his bride to be and she was among the top five heiresses in Green city.

The brunette bride replied the ash hair bride, “She is been following our crown prince like a puppy but he doesn’t even gave his grace to this warrior.” All the brides giggled, “All men likes to have beautiful females in bed not rough warrior with scars.” When Nora was about to stroke the bride, a dragon solider announced, “All the brides be prepared to present yourself to the Ayruzglow.” Nora held her fist and looked fiercely with prying rage. Indigo rushed to calm her down, “My lady, be calm. Don’t let your beauty be ruined by your wrath.”

All the guests turned their heads towards the door, impatient to see how beautiful the bride who became the queen of this grand wedding party was. And among all those people who were looking forward to Daisy's presence, River was the one who was the most excited. In a white tuxedo that made him look like an angel, he stood at the altar waiting for his bride's presence. The room was filled with guests. But when River finally saw Daisy stepping up to him in her luxurious wedding dress and a veil covering her face, he felt as if only he and Daisy were in this room. His hands that were wrapped in white gloves clenched, trying to restrain himself from wanting to run towards Daisy and hug her brid

One again, the Dragon Lord emitted his words with such kind of authority that not even the strongest Dragon like Dareon could repudiate. Dareon vow his head with his right hand touching his very heart. “I will wait for you then my Dragon Lord. See you tomorrow.” And Dareon flipped his wings about to fly, but the Dragon Lord called him. The Dragon Lord swayed his right hand and from there a white bridal gown made of lace and silk adorned with shining diamonds, hanging dancing into the air. “It is time to pass it as a wedding gift to your bride. I don’t have a son Dareon and my human wife died a long time ago. My heart died along with her. No one will use that anymore. As my adopted son and so

His hands rested on both sides of the crown which was still placed on the cushion of estate. “By the will of the dragons! Save King Vincent!” The crowd chorused loudly. A smile curved on Riona's lips. She wore a red wedding dress, which signifies she was getting married to a royalty of RedShire. Her joy knew no bounds. No matter what now, Vincent would be forced to love her. Now, she was a few steps away from her goals in the RedShire royal family. The Old Gael couple were all smiles as they chorused alongside the others. Besides Felicia, a woman with raven hair stood, chanting weakly. Her dull eyes tried to brighten up as she stared at her son with love and admiration.

Marie was bringing my dress, and a hair and makeup team would be meeting us there. The bridal suite was set up on the first floor of the castle. To my surprise, when I walked in, Queen Rowena was the first person I saw. “I wanted to wish you a happy wedding day,” she said, with joy on her face. “And I wanted to bring you some coffee.” I laughed and accepted the drink before giving her a hug.

My foster sister, Sylvia Blackwood, was so terrified of being bonded to the cold, merciless Alpha King that she rigged the lot the moment it was my turn to draw. I pulled out the Alpha King. The whole hall erupted. I looked toward my fated mate, Raymond Hale—but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on Sylvia, and only her. My brother, Carl Blackwood, didn't call out the switch either. He just let them whisper and laugh. I stood there frozen, eyes burning red. Everyone treated it like a joke. They never thought I'd actually go through with bonding with a wolf that dangerous. But staring at the same faces who once swore they'd love me forever—I finally knew. I was done. I was leaving.

Ansel's smile widens, and for once there's something real inside it, respect. “There she is,” he says softly. “Three years pretending to be unimportant, and you were the sharpest blade on that mountain the whole time.” He leans closer, and the firelight shines in his eyes. “Here's what I know. The groom is Dorian Kane, a small Alpha with a big reputation and no real reason to matter.” “The bride comes from a bloodline that no one has checked in a hundred years.” “And the guest list, Wren, the guest list is the strangest document in the kingdom.”