Don't Kiss The Bride Novels & Stories

I was pacing restlessly in the living room when I got a call. “You gave her her location knowing fully that she was already married?!” He raised his voice on the call. “Well, I am her sister. Of course, I went to the wedding. Don't you dare raise your voice at me?” I warned him. “You can't believe what she did. She didn't even let me hold her. She seems so in love with her husband.” my hand tightened around the glass in my hand and I dropped it mistakenly causing it to break.

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

Possessive. “You may kiss the bride.” He didn’t hesitate. His lips pressed against mine, firm but distant. A kiss for the crowd, not for me. Applause erupted. After the wedding, Don led me to the waiting car. A limo of course. The moment the door shut, the warmth vanished. Silence filled the space between us. His jaw was tight. His hands rested on his lap, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm. No words. No tenderness. The ride to his estate stretched endlessly with Theo on the wheel. I wanted to lean in and say I was excited for our marriage but it felt unnatural.

Not this kind of marriage. "By the power of the law, I now proclaim you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." My eyes widened at his words. How could I forget this part?! My first kiss... Not to him. He just wants to help me! "Avery." He called and I blinked before I slowly turned to him. "Yes?" I answered in a whisper-like tone. "He said I should kiss the bride." I heard! Just because he said you should do it doesn't necessarily mean you should!

I'm not thinking logically right now… "I hold out my arms, calling him because I need a kiss. Brandon answers me, devouring my lips intensely, and I don't understand how he manages to reason, fuck me and speak coherently, all at the same time. My brain turned to jelly a while ago. "We can go out and choose one tomorrow. "he lifts my legs to hug his hips. "No. The groom can't see the bride before the wedding. He laughs and puts my legs on his shoulders now. I grip the sheet tightly. I love this position. "It's full of superstitions… but… "he stops himself. "If you believe in such things… we shouldn't be doing this…"and he makes a move to pull away. I hold his face between my hands and say bet

In my thoughts, I didn't realize that My head was lowered down. "You have declared your consent before the Church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with his blessings. You two are now lawfully considered husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." I jumped out of my thoughts suddenly. Did he really say Kiss the bride? Wasn't the forced marriage enough that he also said this monster to kiss me. My kiss was for a prince, not a jerk... I snapped my face very hard to ignore it. But he cupped it from his hands and pulled it to him roughly.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Jemma finally lifted her gaze, meeting Noah's intense eyes. Noah felt a rush of confusion upon noticing a thin layer of tears in her eyes. His throat went dry, realizing that he had to kiss her now. Memories of their past flashed through his mind, recalling the night years ago when he had kissed her, leading to years of silence between them. But today, they were married, and a kiss was an important part of the ceremony.

They were just leaving the boutique, flanked by their new mistresses. The moment they recognized me, they deliberately fanned out to block my path. “Well, if it isn’t Donna Cross. We haven’t seen you around lately.” “Haven’t you heard? The Don filed a preemptive divorce suit against her. She isn’t the Donna anymore—the real lady of the house just walked right past us a minute ago.” The men erupted into crude, mocking laughter. “That throne belonged to her sister in the first place anyway.” “Word is this one refuses to sign the divorce papers, so the Don was forced to sue her. You should just sign the damn things and save yourself whatever dignity you have left.”

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

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.**>