Forever Bride Novels & Stories

"You are the real First Bride." My body locked up like stone. "That's impossible! Rose is the Haugen family's first bride!" Rose looked totally blindsided, stumbling back a step. Lucien let out a low chuckle, thoroughly enjoying himself. "That is the biggest lie the Haugen family ever cooked up to cover their tracks. Rose isn't the first bride." He pointed a finger straight at my chest. "That soul... the soul of the true bride has always been yours, Vaelora. From four hundred years ago."

He looked up, and this time, he didn't bother hiding the impatience in his eyes. "Are you done? I've told you before that if you're going to be a military wife, you need to understand sacrifice and see the bigger picture. I'm serving the people here! "Besides, Chloe is standing on a rooftop right now, waiting for me to get there. If you waste even one minute of my time and something happens to her, can you live with that responsibility?" He tossed my bridal bouquet aside and strode out of the chapel. The guests below had seen this play out too many times to count, yet they couldn't help but complain.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

“Oh come on! You’ve had history at school, same as everyone else! Surely you must have been expecting it?” I’m thrown by that one. “Why would I possibly have been expecting it?” “Oh my goddess, Alicia! If you maybe took half an interest in our kingdom, you’d be more informed. It’s been 200 years! It’s time for the next bride swap, and… duh! There are only two princesses who are eligible for it.” Wtf? Bride swap? I vaguely remember something about the 200-year bride swap being taught as part of our history lessons as I wrestle the Long Island Iced Tea back out of Darren’s clutches. He is looking at me like I’m a simpleton he needs to educate.

"Why did you follow me here? Didn't I tell you that even if I got married, I wouldn't stop taking care of you?" His assistant Eddie walked back in after taking a call. He was trembling so hard he could barely stand. "Mr. Vance, the investors have pulled all funding from Project Halo! "Also, there's news... that guy's back in the country." At that exact moment, the large screen right across from the hotel was broadcasting a grand wedding live from Northstar City. When Shawn saw the bride's face on the screen, the color drained from his face instantly.

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

He looked down at the contract one last time. The signatures. The fine print. The expiration date. Then, without dramatics, he opened the frame and slid the paper free. Ava watched silently. He folded it once. Twice. Then placed it on the table. “I don’t want a timed marriage,” he said quietly. “I want a permanent one.” Her chest tightened — not from fear. From certainty. “You already have it,” she whispered. He stepped closer, hands settling at her waist. “This time,” he continued, “if you stay, it’s because you want to.”

My forever. Then kissed her. Long. Deep. Everything kiss. First kiss as husband and wife. First kiss of forever. Guests erupted. Cheering. Clapping. Celebrating. We kissed through the noise. Through the applause. Through everything. This moment was ours. Just ours. Husband and wife. Finally. Really. Forever.

“Not just patch the cracks. Not just survive. We need to rise.” Maria looked at her. “Rise from what?” Celeste’s eyes were steady. “From fire. From fracture. From everything we’ve lost.” Maria closed her journal. “Then we need a pact.” Celeste tilted her head. “A pact?” Maria nodded. “Something that binds us. Something that reminds us why we began.” They called it The Phoenix Pact.