Forever Bride Novels & Stories

The air inside the sun-drenched chapel was thick with anticipation. White rose petals lined the aisle, golden light filtered through stained glass, and the guests buzzed with excitement. At the altar, two handsome men stood, Marcus with his best man, Denver, and India, the bride-to-be, her smile both tense and hopeful. For a moment, it felt like the world held its breath, waiting to witness the vows and the promise of forever. But forever is a promise only fate can keep.

Because the phrase 'marriage for a lifetime' only came to Gerald's mind after he met Ariana, not Karenina. With Karenina, there was never the word 'forever.' Only 'temporary.' And they had agreed on that with a specific amount. Not only with Brooks but also with Karenina herself. But Karenina's escape, considered a misfortune for Ariana, turned out to be Gerald's stroke of luck.

I could do nothing but hug him. "I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend."

It was… odd. I quickly looked away, trying to ignore the strange exchange. Then the opening notes of 'Forevermore' filled the church, and everyone rose to welcome the bride. Everything else seemed to blur around me as my focus was now solely on my sister. The singer was singing the song soulfully, as Casey stepped inside, glowing from head to toe. Cameras clicked and flashed, but all I could see was her joy, her excitement, the moment she had dreamed of since we were young. We used to talk about this day when we were younger. We both dreamed of marrying someone we truly loved and who loved us even more. My sister is finally getting her dream come true.

All it took five years ago is one mistaken call slip that brought her here - in front of the man she loves. Wyoming realized there are actually no accidents or mistakes in life. Those little tweaks are actually destiny’s way of gearing a person to his or her correct path. She may have been a replacement bride before, but fate proved that even a replacement can become the real thing. Five years later, Wyoming is no longer that replacement bride, she is the only bride- Cayden’s bride. The End…..

But according to the books I've read, this could pass as one. "Temple of Solterra." Interest surely gleamed in my eyes. "Really?" He smiled and led me inside. It wasn't long when an elder man wearing all white went to us. "I'm glad that you have decided to visit our temple again, Your Highness," he said with such an impossible soothing voice for a man his age. "And who is this beautiful lady with you?" "He is Ophelia, senior brother. She is my bride." I was shocked of what Demitri said. He didn't even told it yet to his parents, and now he's spreading the news outside the palace?

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

"I have the preliminary report on Astraea Global. Ivy built it from the ground up. No investors from old money. She has already taken three major accounts that used to belong to us." "I do not care about the accounts," Nathaniel said. "Tell me about the man." Julian hesitated. "Adrian Sterling. Founder of Sterling Capital. He met Ivy four months after she left. They began working together on a joint project. The partnership turned personal three months ago. The ring appeared around the same time. No public announcement of an engagement, but the media has already decided they are a couple." Nathaniel sat on the sofa. "Does he love her?"

Mikaela kept her eyes firmly on the floor, clutching a hand to her chest. Bewildered, I scowled at Julian. He gave a charming smile.. "Where normal wolves' heart beats follow in time to the other, yours follow mine now. Age will not touch you. You will be mine for all eternity. Until our last wakeful moments." Julian stated with pride. As he had known this would happen. We never only had years together, we had centuries. "Welcome to my world, my dear immortal brides."

"I'm yours. Forever. In morning breath and pancakes. In chaos and calm." "Forever?" she whispered. He smiled. "Even longer." And there, wrapped in wildflowers and giggles, the honeymoon went on. Not in expensive schemes or excess—but pancakes, kisses, and promises breathed in sunlight. And forever was not so distant now. It felt like morning. He smiled. "Even longer." She smiled too, eyes gentle with conviction. "And I'll hold you to that."