Novel & Cerita Don't Kiss The Bride

My fiancé, Everett Prescott, spent five whole years designing my wedding dress, and it finally arrived today. Except I couldn't zip it up. It stayed wide open until my best friend, Sienna Hart, slipped into the dress perfectly. The fabric hugged her curves like a second skin. She turned to my fiancé with an exasperated sigh. "Everett, are you serious? You got Leah’s size wrong. Again." My blood ran cold. Over the five years Everett and I had been together, this wasn't the first time he'd conveniently forgotten my measurements. When he bought me pajamas that were a size too small, he just blinked, flashing that easy grin of his. "Oh, wait. I think this is Sienna's size, right? Let's j

“You may kiss the bride.” Chris swoops in before the word bride is spoken. The kiss is heated and hard. He dips me a little, to the crowds enjoyment, and then pulls me back up. Turning around he faces the crowd. “Now, it is time that I make it official. Preston, please bring my wife’s crown.” He says.

Dora asked, but her husband didn't answer, as if he had tried telling her what was happening, Dora might have tried to cause a scene. Suddenly, the bride’s song was being played. Cathleen walked down the aisle with her head held high and a proud smile on her face. Despite being surrounded by guests in fancy attire, she stood out like a masterpiece in a room full of sketches. The strapless wedding dress hugged her slim frame perfectly, highlighting her alluring collarbones and curves. Every step she took exuded confidence and beauty, making it clear that she didn't need anyone to give her hand in marriage—she was already a masterpiece created by God.

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.

We exchanged our rings and sealed the contract commitment with a kiss. And we lived happily ever after. THE END. Sike! I'm just kidding. This was only the beginning of everything. Buckle up, folks, because this story is just getting started! Old legends have it that it's bad luck for the groom to catch a glimpse of the bride in her dress before the big day. But that's probably nothing compared to the apocalypse that unfolds when the bride's ex decides to kiss her right before she says "I do." So THE END..... of this chapter.

"You may kiss the bride." My heart squeezed, and I closed my eyes. I didn't know what to expect. But then I heard coughing and hacking. I opened my eyes, and between coughs, Copeland finally said. "Minister, I have a cold." The audience gasped. I knew I had to be the first bride not to be kissed at their wedding ceremony!

“Thank you, me too.” Cindy and Kairo were quite disappointed with what I said, but I paid them no attention. They can’t force me to say the things that they like. Cindy sighed, “Okay, you may now kiss the bride.” I froze and looked at her. “Do we have to go that far?” She placed her hand on her hip. “Duh, have you seen any weddings where the bride and groom do not kiss?” “Let’s just get this over with,” I whispered to him.

I don't want to jeopardize our friendship for lust. Yet, I knew kissing Felicia would be perfect. I just didn't think she would go to my head so fast. She's like a fine wine that I can't get enough of. Her soft curves mold to my hard frame. She feels so good in my arms. "Ahem—" I lift my head and look around at the preacher, "I said you can kiss the bride. Anything else needs to be behind closed doors, young man. That's our policy." "Of course. Sorry."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may kiss the bride." What? We can't kiss, I can't kiss him, we barely know each other. I look around, and all eye were on us, expecting us to kiss, but I was hurt when I couldn't find Jasper and Amy on the seat. He took a step close to me, and I stare at him, wondering what he was about to do. He doesn't like me and the same as mine I like him but not the marriage. "Kiss," the crowd chorused as we were taking too long to do what we don't know if it correct.

Kiss the Bride EVERYTHING was perfect. The only thing missing from my wedding is one of my beloved, my father. And first, I don't feel like I am an emotional bride... that is because our wedding is not like those lovely couples who were deeply in love with each other. That Beach wedding could be called perfect for all of Damien and I's guests. Our parents are truly convinced that Damien and I are really getting better... but only friends know.