Novel & Cerita Don't Kiss The Bride

“Gabby…what are you talking about?” “Our wedding, Kiki!” Gabby threw up her hands in exasperation. “I get that you want to help your friend and save her from the horrible life she has, but what about us? We came here because we wanted to get married in the same cathedral where your entire family has gotten married for generations!”

I announced, traveling my gaze around the corners of the palace. There was silence as no one dared to make a sound when I spoke except if they didn't want their tongue coming off. "A bride I have decided to choose just as it always was" Their curiosity deepens as everyone gathered here, glancing at each other. It's nothing new to them except the fact that the word this time wasn't mistress but bride. "And whosoever she'd be, let the respect accorded to me be given to her, she'd be a part of the court"

I could taste the flavor of her lipgloss as I deepened the kiss, thinking about how I would peel this dress off her later, in our new room… In our new home. The kiss lasted until Mia Lu walked up to us and said, “We have to get started before we can end the ceremony and you both can eat each other’s face for as long as you want.” True, kissing the bride should be reserved for the end of the ceremony. But what if the bride kissed the groom–

I didn't say kiss because they may end up fucking in front of us. Everyone laughs but Josh follows my order and pecks her on the cheek. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Everyone demands. Bruna and Josh stare at me with those cute puppy eyes. "Fine. Kiss the bride." Everybody cheers on as they kiss. They are so beautiful together. ******

My heart pounding in my throat, palms damp in the lace gloves. Then the priest speaks the final words. The binding words. "You may kiss the bride." My world holds its breath. Wait..what? Kiss??

“No way. Uh uh.” He put his glasses back on and sighed. “Um, I do not pronounce you husband and wife. And you may not kiss the bride?” The room went up in applause and Elliott and Joan looked over to find other people had come in, hoping to get married after they didn’t. Their friends were clapping and whooping and hollering. Darik shouted through cupped hands. “Whatever you do, don’t kiss her!”

said Varsha, holding her four feet long chapel train as the bridesmaids followed behind. "Yes, and we will be there to see it live this time. I need to stand away from my parents," Riya said, leading the way to the black limo. "Is kissing the bride before taking the vows even allowed?" One of her college friends asked. "No one is kissing anyone, ever!" Ruhi mumbled anxiously and stepped into the vehicle.

Disgusted with herself and her body's reaction to the man she swore to hate, Marybeth pulled away, warning him through clenched teeth, "don't ever do that again!" "Don't worry, Beth, that kiss disturbed me just as much." "Then why do it?" "Because no wedding ceremony is complete without a kiss. Don't you agree?" Of course, she didn't agree. In fact, she wanted to rush home right this instant and rinse her mouth with Corsodyl and wash away the little impressions of himself his hands and mouth had left on her body.

Those eyes… that intensity… “Fine! Then you do.” “Good girl.” His gorgeous smile widened as he kissed my forehead again. “You know you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding,” I mumbled, making him chuckle, his lips still only a centimeter away. “It’s supposed to be bad luck.” And somehow like that, I somehow lost all energy to fight it. I can always get divorced later if it doesn't work out, right? “We make our luck, cuore. We make our future by doing what we know is right.”

"Are you really 28-year-old Clara? I asked Adrian, and he told me he'll only ever love me. He'd never cheat on me. He said our baby will be healthy and beautiful, and he'll give her the very best in the world. Adrian loves me. I believe him." So, it seemed that 18-year-old Clara had chosen to believe him even after everything I told her. I reached into my bag and pulled out the gold-embossed wedding invitation. Adrian's and Avery's names stood out in stark clarity. I took a picture and pressed Send. "Then, ask Adrian this for me. If he swore he'd love me for the rest of his life… Why? Why did he marry someone else?"