Don't Kiss The Bride Novels & Stories

Time seemed to stand still as our gazes locked, the weight of my deceit a palpable barrier between us. I wanted to vanish, to escape the consequences of my actions. The ceremony continued around me, the officiant's voice a distant murmur. "You may now kiss the bride," he finally said, snapping me back to the present with a jolt. Kiss the bride. The words reverberated cruelly in my mind. How could I kiss someone that I did not know and am not in love with? My chest tightened with the agony of my choices, my throat constricting in anguish. But there was no turning back. I had made my bed, and now I must lie in it.

Ahad couldn't understand what happened, never in his life he was in a situation like this, he fisted his knuckles into a ball which turned white due to the tight grip and without doing anything which he would regret later he left the place. It was time for the bride to leave, Rayyan looked at Haya who has tears in her eyes and was standing with the help of her brother, he carried her bridal style and was about to leave when his friends gathered around him. Rayyan gave them what's the wrong look. "Kiss your bride man” announced his friend Omar "It's getting late what's wrong with you’ll" Rayyan stated looking at his surrounding where everyone was watching. "Bro, not so easy you better kiss yo

Anthonio's lips tugged up a little. “What kiss is he talking about?” Marley whispered through her clenched teeth for only his ears. “This is how a wedding is done. They kiss.” Anthonio whispered back trying not to draw attention to them. “But we can't kiss, this wasn't part of the plan!” Marley exclaimed quietly. “It's just a kiss Miss Neils, it's part of the plan. People are watching us and it would be weird if we didn't kiss. My mother and everyone here will suspect.”

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hit me like a slap. My hands shook inside the white lace gloves as Alexander Voss slid the heavy gold band onto my finger. Not Sophia's. Mine. I forced a smile for the hundreds of eyes watching us. The cathedral smelled of expensive flowers and even more expensive perfume. Cameras flashed nonstop. "You may kiss the bride," the officiant said with a proud smile. Alexander leaned in. His grey eyes locked on mine for the first time up close. For one second I thought he might actually do it. Then something shifted in his face. His jaw tightened. He pressed a quick, cold kiss to my cheek instead.

Her lips moved behind the fabric, muffled words escaping her throat, struggling to be heard. He leaned in closer. “Say it louder!” Her crown shimmered brightly. The silk pressed down harder against her mouth. Only a whisper slid out—delicate and weak. “Help me.” The First Bride tilted her head, her veil fluttering in the fierce wind while her smile widened. “She doesn’t need your flames, Fox. All she needs is the door. That’s what brides are meant for.” Vincent growled low in his throat, his chest trembling with anger. “She is not yours.”

he murmured so softly, only I could hear, his breath tickling my ear. We both exchanged rings and repeated whatever the priest asked us to. It wasn't a love marriage. I and Adrian did not have vows planned for one another. As the priest said the dreadful five words, I wanted to grounds to swallow me whole. "You may kiss the bride." Kiss? I was to share a kiss with this man? I stared wide eyed at the man before me, watching in horror as he leaned in to kiss me, his arm loosely wrapped around my waist. I wired my eyes shut , my heart racing as I felt his face close to mine. Warm lips pressed to the corner of my mouth, sending both a jolt through my ribcage and a rush of relief at the same time

For the first time in his life, Grayson—who had always been composed in the business world—felt his palms dampen with sweat. He could already picture the wedding dress he had seen a few days ago in the boutique. In his mind, Violet would be the most beautiful bride in the world. The music ended. But the entrance doors remained closed. The murmurs among the guests grew louder. The comment section filled with confusion. "Why isn't the bride coming out?" "The timing's off… Did something happen?" A knot tightened in Grayson's stomach. Just as he reached for his phone to send a message, the emcee stepped onto the stage, microphone in hand.

I wondered, my heart fluttering with hope and uncertainty. Before I could find that answer, the officiant began the wedding rituals, and the bride and groom exchanged their vows. When the officiant announced them as husband and wife and permitted the groom to kiss the bride, the room erupted in applause and whistles. However, the kiss between Alex and his new wife seemed more formal than affectionate. It struck me as odd, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss with Alex's behavior.

I saw how much she hated being held by her father and maybe if I had thought about it, I would have had someone else walk her down the aisle. We mumbled our vows. Well, I mumbled mine, half angry, half pitiful. Watching her look around nervously because she definitely doesn't want this angered me even more. She's just nineteen for fucks sake. I gritted my teeth to stop me from lashing out, the people's awkward applause when I refused to kiss the bride even angered me more. “Why is the groom hiding in the corner of the room?” Isaac asked, settling into the seat next to me.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"