Don't Kiss The Bride の小説・ストーリー

Inside the limousine sat a bride. She was dressed in an elegant white wedding gown, her head resting against the window, and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She wasn't sleeping. She was dead. Lorrie slowly walked closer despite Lorenzo's warning. The moment she saw the woman's face, she gasped. The bride looked almost her age—beautiful, peaceful, as though she had simply fallen asleep. Around her neck hung a silver placard. Three words had been engraved into it: > **Contract Brides Die.**>

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.

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.

He knew. Before I could scream or run, he crashed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn't sweet. It was a claim. It was a warning. He tasted like expensive whiskey and danger. He pulled back, a cold, cruel smirk playing on his lips. He turned to the crowd, raising our joined hands. "The alliance is sealed!" he announced. The crowd cheered, but as he led me down the aisle, his grip on my arm was like a vice. He leaned toward my ear, his voice a deadly promise.

his hands at his sides, and Sophia noticed something she’d never seen before: his fingers were opening and closing at his sides, a tiny repetitive motion, like a man working up the nerve to reach for something.He was nervous.Dominic Cross who could dismantle an empire before breakfast and make a room full of killers go silent with a look was nervous about marrying her.Judge Conway opened the book. The words were the same words every couple heard: do you take, to have and to hold, in sickness and health. They sounded different at midnight with no witnesses and a bodyguard by the door and the city glittering below like a circuit board running on power that the groom controlled.“Do you, Domini

"Is Marriage on the Table for the Lawrence and Monroe Families? The Romance of a Pair of Childhood Sweethearts Is About to Become a Reality!" The comments section was filled with clueless netizens expressing their envy for our love. "I love them as a couple so much!" "I didn't think that a romance between a prince and princess could actually happen in real life." "It turns out that I'm just an NPC in this world." I was about to contact the media to remove the trending topic when I received a call from Sabrina. "Have you looked at the trending topics chart? Are you happy? I know that you care a lot about your reputation. You're not angry with me anymore, right?" Sabrina asked smugly.

She's clumsy with her movements but she pushes the band entirely successfully. When that is done, the priest speaks. “By the authority vested in me by the Church and the State of Italy, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” I face her and she faces me. My mind instantly flashes to the first time this whole game began. I hadn't even let myself enjoy the taste of her tongue against mine, outside the building that day. I lift her veil.

But every second, Julian’s touch burned like a silent threat. Julian barely looked at me. His words were sharp, clipped, devoid of warmth. And when the priest said, “You may kiss the bride”. He hesitated. Then pressed a brief, lifeless kiss on my lips before pulling away as if I disgusted him. I held my head high, refusing to show how much it stung. I had to get out of here. The reception was loud laughter, clinking glasses, the soft hum of a violin in the background. Guests danced, toasted, and whispered about how stunning the new bride and groom were.

The fire that only came when you kissed your true mate. And it terrified me, because I’d never felt anything like this. Not even with Logan.nNot even close. The realization snapped me back to reality like cold water was poured to the face. No. No, no, no. I tore my face away from his, breaking the spell, my palms slamming against his chest as I staggered back. My breath came out ragged, my skin still burning, my heart racing like I’d run miles. “Don’t.” My voice cracked. “Don’t ever do that again.”

She paused out of sight when Alexei halted, taking both of Katrina's hands tenderly. "My princess, you have awakened my spirit as brilliantly as the sunrise. Say you will do me the honor of one day being crowned my queen?" Alexei sank genteelly to one knee, proffering a glittering betrothal band. Katrina raised a trembling hand to her mouth, eyes shimmering. "My beloved prince! My heart is already yours eternally!" Kneeling to embrace Alexei joyously, the couple seemed lit from within by love's glow. Amy retreated quietly, loathe to intrude further on the private magical moment. Her own girlish memories of Viktor's proposal under the full moon flooding back bittersweet and nostalgic.