Forever Bride Novels & Stories

Instead, I found myself dragged into the chaos of Victoria’s "sleepover." She and three of her bridesmaids had taken over the entire east wing. They were leaving at dawn for a lavish bridal shower weekend at a private estate in the Hamptons, and apparently, they couldn't possibly pack their own bags. The air in the master suite was thick with the smell of expensive perfume and the shrill sound of forced laughter. Victoria was in the center of it all, wearing a white silk robe with Bride embroidered on the back in crystals.

A sudden sound, my phone buzzing on the table snapped me out of my thoughts. I picked it up, and my breath caught. It was a message from my mother: “So… how’s my little impulsive bride?” I groaned and dropped the phone back onto the table. Adrian’s eyes flicked to me, and I could have sworn I saw the faintest amusement cross his face. “Little impulsive bride,” he repeated softly, letting the words hang between us. I wanted to argue. I wanted to deny it. But the truth… the terrifying, exciting, ridiculous truth… was that I was his impulsive bride now. And there was no turning back.

Forever his. THE END

Claire whispered with a soft smile as tears welled up in her eyes, "I'm scared. I'm afraid to think that my life will always be this happy." "You will always be happy, I promise," Alex replied earnestly. "Do you promise never to leave me? I'm too afraid of losing you. My worst nightmares are when you leave me alone. I don't know what to do without you." Claire sobbed, causing Alex to stop playing and turn to embrace her. "Claire," Alex whispered softly, feeling the warmth of Claire's body. "I promise never to leave you. I promise I will always be here for you." Alex took a deep breath and gathered the courage to continue, "Until death do us part."

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “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.”

But today… today, those shadows were replaced by light. The glam team fluttered around me, their brushes, combs, and sprays creating a quiet symphony of last-minute touch-ups. My hair, my fiery crown, had been coaxed into waves that cascaded down my back. A crystal comb anchored the sheer veil, long as a river, its edges embroidered in delicate lace. Across its hemline, stitched in fine thread, shimmered the words: Forever Yours. I couldn’t stop staring at those words. They weren’t just decoration. They were a vow, a truth, the story of how Edward and I had clawed our way back to each other through heartbreak, betrayal, and fire.

Even though I couldn't have her, it was enough that I could glance at her from a distance. Yet later, I gradually realized that Luna seemed like a fine choice, too. She was attentive and dynamic. She never threw a tantrum and even did everything by herself in the decoration of our new house. At night, she lay on my shoulder and thought of our future lives. She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever.

Hopefully. “The last claimed bride is . . .” she turned her whole body to watch us and let a pause settle over the room, most likely to draw out the suspense, but instead, she was highlighting my shame. “Blaire Ashbourne. Step on up darling, come claim your man.” She paused and tilted her head at the paper again, “Fredrick Marlowe. Come claim your man. Blaire, you’ve been bought by Fredrick Marlowe of the Ice Peak pack. Fred come snag your woman so we can all get the ceremony underway.”

Chapter 132: A New Chapter Begins The wedding preparations were a whirlwind, but Olivia reveled in every moment. The joy of knowing she would soon marry the man who had completely captured her heart was enough to make the chaos worth it. From picking out the dress to choosing the venue, everything felt surreal and yet perfectly right. Every detail fell into place, and soon, there was only one thing left to do: say the vows that would seal their future together.

, I frowned. "Don't you want to know who will be your bride now?", He asked to which I raised my brow. "She is the elder daughter of the Vampire's King, Lenora.", I didn't know why but this news didn't give me any happiness. Lenora was strong and powerful, just like the bride I always wished for but still, my mind was on my human bride who lives in a supernatural world but had no supernatural powers. . . . Andrella's POV . . .