Elena Bride Novels & Stories

Elena retorted, continuing to work on my makeup. "Say that, there’s really no plan!" Venice teased, which led to Elena throwing a tissue at her. After thirty minutes, Elena finished my makeup, and they helped me put on the dress. "This really suits you. I’m sure you’ll standout at the venue," Elena said, holding a large round mirror in front of me so I could see myself. "Well, of course. Who’s the bride here?" Venice cut in. Elena rolled her eyes. "Who knows, there might be a villain. Let’s go." She opening the door so we could leave.

One could say that his face was a masterpiece carved by God, capable of driving any woman insane. As he gazed at the delicate wine glass in his hand, his movements were graceful and noble, akin to that of an emperor. "No need to be nervous!" Isaac hastily waved his hand, after all, he was Oliver's brother-in-law. Oliver lit a cigar and caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of his eye. The bride was facing the priest, her figure slim and alluring, radiating an indescribable beauty while wearing the floral wedding gown designed by Master Milan. Her tall and well-proportioned physique, slender and fair arms exposed in the air, and her perfectly elongated neck all left a lasting impre

The prettiest of all here with her hazel eyes and curly brown hair. "Stay out of this Elisa!" Mariposa shot at her. "How dare you speak to me in that manner?" Elisa retorted back. "You both do not have anything better to do than to cause problem and create strife everywhere you go" I am loving this Elisa. "You better mind your business Elisa. This is between us and the new whore Luciano brought as a wife" "You will address her with respect. Lei è la moglie del tuo capo. Do not tempt my fury Aurora" Elisa gritted her words out.

Elena tried on her bridesmaid dress, a soft emerald green that hugged her figure beautifully. I caught her staring at herself in the mirror, hand unconsciously resting on her stomach, a dreamy smile on her face. She was imagining herself as a pregnant bride. The sight made my heart clench with desire. That evening, I surprised Elena with a private date. I took her to the rooftop terrace, set up with fairy lights, her favorite flowers, and a candlelit table. Elena’s eyes widened in delight as I led her up the stairs. “Adrian… this is beautiful,” she breathed, turning to me with that radiant smile that always made my chest tighten.

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

The way he looked at her was the way one looks at a prize already won, or a piece of property already owned. The music began. A soft piano replaced the earlier violin slower, heavier, and hauntingly final. Elena took her first step. Then another. Each movement felt deliberate, like she was walking toward an execution rather than an altar. The guests whispered as she passed . “She’s beautiful.” “Roswell’s bride… lucky girl.” “If only they’d known each other longer ” Elena almost laughed. "If only they knew." By the time she reached the altar, her hand felt numb in her father’s grip. He placed her hand in Alexander’s.

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

Now I am good to go, can't wait to see him, this morning it would be perfect,I heard some footsteps in the room, finally his hear, I perceived my breathe,it smells like mint,I don't look too awful either. I hope he would be happy to see me as well, because I am so nervous,this is day three and I am a new bride, how does dad greet mom, " uhm good morning sweetie" then dad would reply, " good morning to you too" that's so romantic. I hope he doesn't reply, with the name lamb, I might loose my mind,I walked out of the bathroom after taking in some practice courage, the real world is just outside the door A man was standing there, his face looked familiar, it must be Lucians driver, he bowed his

She couldn't help but accept, something about him resembled Killian. Everyone's attention darted towards the entrance when the bride entry music started. Rossi entered holding Elena. Almost everyone gasped in awe. Elena was looking like an angel that had descended from heaven. Her small baby bump had also started to show. Ara felt a tinge of guilt and pain. The kid's father was no more. Elena had a colorful bouquet in her hand as she advanced towards the altar.

Then Sophia posted another photo:a bridal suite prepared with white roses,champagne,a veil,and silver candelabras shaped like the family crest. [My girl deserves happiness.Groom,do not keep her waiting too long.] The group chat went wild.Adrian stared at the photo,fingers tight around the phone.He imagined opening that door.Elena would turn,hurt and relieved,and he would take her hand and say,Enough.We are getting married.Everyone would cheer.She would forgive him,just like always. At last,he got up. Fine,he typed.[Stop yelling.I am changing.] He was buttoning his shirt when a friend called from their apartment.