Golden Bride Novels & Stories

Long silk curtains hang in every corner, perfectly matching the glittering diamond and gold mozaics on the floor "It's not called golden because of the walls," Tamara explains. "But because any woman that passes it has a golden future." It really looks like the stuff dreams are made of. At the end of the Golden Path, two huge doors engraved with the names of all past kings stand alone, guarded by two warriors. Lady Tamara shows them the little note that she received earlier and they nod, opening the doors. "Welcome, Your Grace. The king is waiting for you." When they step inside, Astrid holds her breath. She doesn't understand why, but her entire body feels electrified.

Oakley The night after my bride price was paid, I didn’t fall into bed until long after the moon rose. Wine flowed in the Silverhide packhouse until well after sunset, and a feast was laid out in my honor. The entire pack, including my future grandparents-in-law, if that’s a thing, celebrated me. More merriment will come, like it always does this time of year when the young women of Silverhide prepare for their weddings. But the evening was tinged with a certain kind of melancholy I could see in the eyes of my mother and my aunts.

for three days nothing happened, but at last in the night the Princess heard something flutter against her window, and drawing back her curtains she saw in the moonlight that it was an Eagle. limping across at her utmost speed she threw the window open, and the great Eagle sailed in beating with his wings for joy. the Princess lost no time in offering it the carbuncle box, which it grasped in its talons, and instantly disappeared, leaving in its place the most beautiful Prince she had ever seen, who was splendidly dressed, and wore a diamond crown.

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

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply She gasped and covered her mouth, "You totally have a secret admirer," she gushed, "Someone who could afford to buy you real diamonds..." she trailed off in thought before her eyes widened, "Oh My God, one of the Crown brothers has a crush on you!" she squealed "Maybe even all of them, if that one rumour is true," she wiggled her eyebrows at me I rolled my eyes, "Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked her

“Karma's a bitch, Nicole. I promise you that you will not get away with this. I will make you pay. I will make sure that you will kneel before me in the dirt one day.” “Dream on, Madelyn. That will never happen. Now, I have a wedding gift for you,” Patricia said. Vance's brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed suspiciously at her. “What are you talking about? What are you up to?” “Well, since Madelyn here likes attention. I decided to make her the most famous goldigging slut in the country.” “What have you done, mom?” “Right about now, there are over sixty reporters and journalists from various leading media houses in the country, outside. They are waiting to see the gold digger who tried to tra

I stand with a glass of wine in hand and watch Alera. She’s dancing barefoot in the sand, with her dress hem lifted, the twins clinging to her hands as they spin in wide circles. Their laughter cuts through the music. She’s smiling for real with them. For a moment, she doesn’t look like my bride bound by contract, but just a regular bride, enjoying her reception. “Congratulations, sir.” I glance sideways. It's Francesca, her blond hair is swept back. She looks really good in her gold dress. “On what?” I ask drily.

That she would never approve of me as her son’s mate? And If she did, what am I going to tell her back? Will I say yes or defend myself to her? The Grand Luna walked to the side and took a box from her drawer. I gasped in awe, looking at the shiny, golden chest she was now holding. But my amazement didn’t stop there. When she opened it, a majestic crown was revealed. It was adorned with sparkling gems with a chunk of ruby at the center. She took it out with her delicate hands and slowly walk toward me.

Kaelen took my hand and helped me up the steps. ‎ ‎"You look shiny," he whispered, a callback to our first moment after the resurrection. ‎ ‎"Behave," I whispered back. ‎ ‎We turned to face the crowd. ‎ ‎The High Elder of the Council stepped forward holding two crowns. They were simple circlets of white gold, forged from the melted-down bars of Julius’s vault. ‎ ‎"We are here to recognize the new order," the Elder announced. "By right of conquest, and by the will of the Pack, we crown the leaders of the Silver Sun."