Forever Bride Novels & Stories

“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.

On the day of the banquet welcoming Oliver back to the Vances, Shawn cornered me. In the room sat a wedding dress that looked almost identical to the one my mother had made for me. Shawn had remembered every single detail, personally sketching it out and commissioning a replica. But so what? If it didn't come from my mother's own hands, it meant absolutely nothing. Deep down, he knew it too—the dress that had been destroyed could never truly be restored. "Rory, please come back," he pleaded. "I'm redoing the wedding. I promise it'll be everything you ever wanted this time.

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.

she exclaimed enthusiastically unable to mask the pride in her voice. “Thank you,” he answered bowing is head dramatically as he opened the door of the limo for her. Silently, she alighted from the car and started as she felt a hand beneath her knees. “What are you doing?” Rachel cried horrified as she felt herself being scooped up in his arms. “Well, carrying the bride over the threshold as tradition demands,” Jake grinned Devilishly.

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

I wish…" *** The ways of the tradition can never be completely undermined or forgotten because they are often deeply rooted. It is believed that a bridegroom seeing a bride in a wedding gown before their wedding is a jinx! Simon knew this and had promised that he wouldn't go to her room the last two days until they wedded to avoid such misfortunes, but his heart was craving a glimpse at her. Two days were seemingly longer than a year!

"You were right. It doesn't matter that nobody attended our wedding as long as your mother was there. With her blessing, we will forever be happy. That's because the person who wishes that we could be happy forever the most was your late mother. She was our matchmaker. She was also our witness. Sebastian, it's not that we didn't have a wedding. We had a wedding, which was the one we had at that time." Sebastian nodded. "Mm-hmm. Both you and I, we will only have one wedding in this life. Our marriage will last forever and for all eternity!"