Don't Kiss The Bride Novels & Stories

Justin just stood there. His mind went blank when he heard what the priest said. Every one was waiting for him to approach. The situation was almost turning awkward. But suddenly Edward said "Kiss the bride, kiss the bride, don't be shy, kiss the bride." loudly clapping his hands. And every one in the hall joined him too. The whole hall was clapping hands and saying rhythmically. "Kiss the bride, don't be shy, kiss the bride." The audiences were also doing the same.

"You may kiss your bride." As Dontrell leaned in to kiss me, the world felt like it paused. His lips met mine—warm and soft, but with an intensity that shook me to my core. The kiss felt like a slow burn—tender but with an edge of something sweet. The crowd cheered, their voices a distant echo. But it was the touch of his lips that consumed me.

Only dread. She tried to speak once, her voice rough. “What is this for?” The seamstress with the pins in her mouth removed them just long enough to answer. “La sposa. The bride.” She said it simply, as if it explained everything. “I didn’t agree to this,” Rose whispered. Another seamstress hushed her with a quick shake of the head. “Do not speak. The Don wants perfection. Do not ruin it.” So she stayed quiet as they worked, though her stomach twisted tighter with each adjustment.

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

"I have good news for you. Riccardo and I are about to get engaged. The wedding will be the talk of the entire mafia circle in Littoria, and I'll soon be the rightful Donna Volsi. "Meanwhile, you're less than a rat in the gutter. The family has decided to eliminate you—the most disgusting stain on Riccardo's life—before the wedding. You'll rot in the dirt, and I'll never have to see your face again." I felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing my heart. I let out a faint laugh and suddenly coughed up blood. Hatred was all that kept me breathing. The day I was released, the estate was bustling with grand preparations to welcome distinguished guests.

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

I turn to see the registrar who was standing beside us. After saying the vows. I expected the registrar to say you may now kiss the bride but he didn't. I heave a sigh of relief. I glanced at Hunter to see him still staring at me. What's wrong with my face. I raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner making him smirk and wink at me.

I pulled into her lips wanting more of it but I could see she was exercising so much restrain. Angel, behave. I warned myself within. There was so much left to be done, We were one now, she wasn't running away, all I had to do was be patient. Thea's lips stick was completely ruined by our intense kiss and I was pleased at what I had done. We finally looked at the crowd and beneath their supportive smiles I could see the awkward looks. We obviously made them uncomfortable. That's why you don't say kiss the bride in a church, leave that for the reception because people like me would totally devour the lips of our bride in front of everyone that cared to watch.