D Royal Bride Novels & Stories

Everyone is alerted to the bride's entry. Jake was standing there with his cute smile. Elsa entered the venue with a satisfying smile. She never thought that Ron would agree to her marriage with Jake. And on top of it, Jake is not any ordinary guy but the only son of Wright. Jake lived a normal life because he didn't want to take over his father's company. But it didn't matter to Elsa anymore. She wants to follow her heart and money is just a thing. She won't live her life for money. Clara took Alex's hand and slid a ring on his finger, taking him by surprise.

The entire room was shocked at how beautiful and gorgeous their queen was. Meryl entered the throne hall in a beautiful silk white bridal dress that had a long train. Silk roses adorned the dress on the skirt. The bodice was left plain She was wearing a long veil and carried a bouquet of flowers that Brishor had ordered for her. The white hyacinths along with white roses spilled over her hands. Her eyes were firmly fixed at Brishor as she walked towards the dais.

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

”And do you, Killian Lannister, take Cassandra Delaney to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, as long as you both shall live? “I do, Father.” His voice was cold and croaky. He didn’t even think twice as he said it. His eyes were fixed on me. I still couldn't believe that I was now married. I was looking outside the window of the Lamborghini we were riding. He was busy talking to someone over the phone which was better because I didn’t know how to approach him. We are strangers to each other. We were now heading to the reception. It was a grand wedding, of course. I married Killian Lannister, a rut

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.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

"Charles, no offense, but Maria is really not suitable for you. She doesn't even know who she is. She can't help you in business." Charles frowned without saying anything. Eva went on, "With your social status, you can marry a noble lady from a prestigious family. They are not only knowledgeable but also well- mannered. They and their families can assist you..." Charles suddenly turned his head and looked coldly at Eva's beautiful profile. "Are you well-mannered? Ria greeted you, but how did you respond to her? You may not know, but Ria has a doctorate in clinical medicine and a master's degree in information technology. Is your diploma higher than hers?"

I had to do this…here goes nothing… Opening the door to my room, with nothing but a wedding dress, a spare dance uniform and a duffle bag with my life’s worth of savings…I came face to face with the woman who I was going to spend the rest of my year with. “Hey, run-away bride!” She laughed; her smile open and contagious. “You’re my new roommate?” She was about five feet seven in height, with more of an athletic built. Her skin was porcelain white and her hair was jet black with literal rainbow highlights that reached the middle of her back. A diamond shaped face and electric blue eyes. She was wearing black shorts and a rainbow colored tank top and black slippers and huge hoop earrings while

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

The bells and the choir song is deafening to her ears; the whole time only pictures the image of this handsome figure of the man in a tailored black suit in bowtie. Extending his hands, she gladly reached out and accepted it. The beautiful eyes that have captured her the first day they’ve met, the same eyes that only screams full of his love, devoting an entirety of confession that she is the only woman whom it will admire. “My beautiful bride, finally I can hold you.” Denzell, who looks regal and dignified, smiled brightly as he met his bride. The ceremony begins and the two who are in their own worlds just holding each other’s hand. The spirits who were awakened at the union of the dragon