Elena Bride Novels & Stories

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

I didn’t even want this but I am reduced to hoping it would happen. I followed the stylist in a trance, approved everything she suggested and before I knew it , she was escorting me to the room where my husband awaited my presence. “You are one stunning bride your majesty.” The stylist whose name I found out was Leah said to me as she turned to leave. Apparently, nobody is permitted to enter Eleazar’s room. I nodded and turned the lock of the room my eyes watering simultaneously. It will be just me and him once I step in there. *************

My top-secret sketch slipped out and scattered everywhere. Rebirth, the half-finished gown that I was going to complete for the international contest in Lutecia, rolled out of the suitcase as well. Its pure-white silk billowed in the air, and the embroidery on the lining gleamed like shimmering lines. A black van came to a stop at the roadside. A group of servants carefully helped Wendy out of the car. She deliberately swayed her hips as she approached Zachary and held his arm. "I couldn't find my iPad. Maybe I left it in the shop." Then, her eyes fell upon Rebirth, and they lit up. Wendy let go of Zachary and trotted over to Rebirth only to kick its hem.

She looked so much like her mother, Amelia. “Go now, your Prince Charming is waiting”. Hazel sings jokingly. Crystal started walking downstairs, watching her steps very carefully as she used one hand to raise the gown up, Damien and Max were fully dressed and they were waiting for her. As she walked down the stairs, both men's breath were taken away at the sight of her. She was so fucking gorgeous dress in the silver diamond sparkly dress. The dress was long and had a cut from the thigh down to her feet.

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

Ian smiled smugly and swept her off her feet. Elle turned to Elena, “Would you mind if I skip your bachelorette party?” “Of course, I would.” Elena sounded offended. “Really?” Elle stopped. Elena laughed. “Come on, get going already.” Ian and Elle left hand in hand. Aslan was looking at his beautiful bride who was wearing a crown saying bride. But soon, his vision was filled by all the women as they made a wall by holding their hands together and hid Elena behind them.

"I swear, even the paper version of your fiancé could pay off everyone's student loans." As the night wore on, laughter echoed across the rooftop. Eliana, cheeks flushed and heels abandoned, danced with her friends beneath the stars. At midnight, Sabrina pulled her aside. “You good?” Eliana nodded, tears suddenly threatening to surface. “I’m so good, it scares me.” Sabrina hugged her tight. “Then hold on to it. And enjoy every moment.” Eliana faced the mirror in her hotel suite, looking at her own reflection. She wore a satin white jumpsuit—no sleeves, fitted to perfection—with thin pearls along the neckline and a sash in gold letters saying Bride Vibes Only.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

All the others stepped back while Rona and I looked at the woman, who was trying to catch her breath. “Me?” We spoke at the same time. The woman held up her hand, ordering us to shut up. “It doesn’t matter. Either one of you will do. I need something for the bride. Give me something strong.” It appeared Rona wasn’t that crazy after all because there was no other reason why the bride would need a strong drink right before the ceremony. “I told you so,” Rona mumbled under her breath as she stepped away to prepare the drink. “Are you okay?” I laughed at the girl. My name wouldn’t be Elena if I wouldn’t be in someone else’s business, and I was curious to find out about whatever had happened. “I’