Forever Bride Novels & Stories

I wasn't going to allow him embarrass me like that and so with anger, I stormed up the stage in my heels and my voice trembled with rage. “Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know me. I held your hand through blood. I kissed you through amnesia. I loved you.” Immediately his fiancée stepped in front of him, as a way of protecting him. "Liam, who the hell is this woman?" She asked. "I have no idea who she is," Liam looked me dead in the eye and responded. The world kept spinning. What the actual hell was going on? I rushed to slap him but before I could do anything, Liam grabbed my hand and his bride tackled me, pushing me to the ground and causing me to fall like a pack of sticks.

And as I felt our daughter’s gentle kicks earlier in the day and now Alexander’s steady heartbeat against my back, I knew one thing for sure. We were exactly where we were meant to be. Epilogue – One Year Later — Beautiful wedding anniversary. Alexander thanks Emma for being “the bride I never wanted… but the wife I desperately needed.”

Replied with his muffled laughter. Everlasting ran to her father and gave a tight hug and kiss before walking to her designated seat. The wedding march started to play anticipating the grand entrance of the bride. Everyone was mouth agape shocked to see how stunning she was and her gown was eating everyone in the massive yard of Montemayor Manor. Her ethereal beauty is captivating and blends with the breathtaking scene in an imaginable place.

she said, holding a chuckle. “Whatever this thing is, this feeling you’re holding onto, let it be real. Let it lead somewhere good. Somewhere lasting. Let it lead to forever, alright?" "Forever?” she asked, raising an eyebrow while sipping her coffee. “What are you talking about?" "Jeez, you’ve really gone full-on American, haven’t you? You can’t even catch a classic Filipino joke anymore."Nelly rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Let me explain it to you. ‘Forever’ is what we Filipinos say when two people fall in love and stay in love. It’s not just about being together; it’s about choosing each other every day until the very end. It’s cheesy, yes, but

“And we have so much to do before then. College, careers, finding that perfect piece of land for our little house. But I want you to know, with absolute certainty, that I’m not going anywhere. You are it for me. You’re the ‘forever’ I’ve been looking for.” The word, “forever,” resonated deep within me, a bell tolling with joyous certainty. He wasn't just saying he loved me; he was saying he saw a lifetime with me. He was promising me a future, a shared destiny, painted with the colors of our shared dreams.

Keep calm. “…For this special night, I am honored to spread the latest news here, in this moment and in front of you all, wanting to share it with you that” she stops and looks at Selly with a smile “My daughter, Selly and the handsome Peter are declare to be a wife and husband and you are the first who know. Thank you.” What? Wedding? She doesn’t know what is she doing… Selly…God please help her. She has no idea what she is getting herself into.

If a gay couple moved in together, they would inevitably become the talk of the town for years. I recalled a story my grandmother had once shared during a Christmas gathering a few years back. She mentioned a friend's grandson who was gay, and how his grandmother had sought guidance from the village chaplain. The chaplain had instructed her to do everything in her power to convince him to marry a woman, warning that his soul would be lost to the devil if he didn't. It was a stark reminder of the deeply ingrained beliefs and prejudices that still persisted among the older generations.

"Forget-me-nots." "Are they coming back?" "Maybe," Gideon shrugs. "Most of the time Fae lords only keep their brides for the prescribed year and a day, but sometimes they choose to keep them forever. And in Faerie, where time moves differently and the food can give you immortality, forever can be a long time."

The air smelled faintly of incense, and the distant echo of trumpets signaled the approach of a new peace—one that would come at a steep price. She glanced at the forged credentials in her hands, which proclaimed her as the Eastern Dominion’s "peace bride," a symbol of a ten-year ceasefire between empires. But inside her, the truth burned cold: she wasn’t the real bride. That girl had died weeks ago, leaving Eva to step into her place. The capital’s grandeur loomed around her—gleaming towers casting long shadows, and the quiet whispers of nobility wrapped in wealth and deceit. A thousand eyes followed her as she walked the bridge, the cheers of the people masked behind veils of pity and curi

The question that marks every year. "Forever," I tell him. And I mean it in a way that's so deep and so certain that it encompasses everything. It encompasses the entire journey. It encompasses every moment of choosing. It encompasses the commitment to keep building this life for as long as we both exist. Forever. Not just always. Forever. They renew their vows at twenty-five years. At the foundation. With their children present as adults. Isabella and Alexander stand watching their parents choose each other again. Morgan puts their hand on Isabella's shoulder. When asked if they take each other, Dominic says "Always." Nadia says "Forever."