Hearts Bridal Novels & Stories

The low, interrupting thuds of the steps were enough to draw everyone's attention towards the entrance, including the bride. Ayla steadied her breath and turned around to look over her shoulder. She couldn't pinpoint why, but she was starting to get nervous. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead. Every last huff of air which left through her parted lips followed her erratic heartbeats.

Or is it? My heart beats faster every time I see him. Every moment we spend with each other seems magical but it scares me for what we had was fragile. We are only brought together by circumstances. If we hadn’t meet five years ago, and if we hadn’t meet again during the ball, he wouldn’t even think of me as his bride.

In order to set up these roses, Jenna had spent a handsome fee to hire the most famous team, Rosebest, for an elaborate design. Red, white, and pink roses were fitted to the ribbons, and they were entwined and spread out. On the main stage of the wedding, the roses were arranged into numerous, large, heart-shaped wreaths, and then assembled into a larger heart shape. Gradually, it extended to the viewing platform below. When people walked towards the middle of the stage, it was like walking in a sea of roses. Each heart was engraved with J&H, and the meaning of this was self-evident.

I take a deep breath, savoring the fragrance of possibility, as I await the arrival of the woman who will become my bride. The grandeur of the hall, the lavishing decorations, and the memories we will create here will forever be etched in our hearts. This day marks a new beginning, a promise unveiled, as we step into a future illuminated by love, friendship, and the unyielding beauty of shared dreams. ... Time seems to stand still as I gaze down the aisle, my eyes fixed on the figure making her way toward me. My heart races with a mixture of anticipation, awe, and pure love. Abigail, veiled in a bridal veil, embodies the epitome of grace and elegance.

“That, sweetheart, is an understatement.” Elena shook her head, laughing despite herself. The sheer audacity of it all. And yet, as she watched the way Clara’s eyes lit up...the same way Elena’s did whenever she looked at Ethan...she felt something warm settle in her chest. Maybe, just maybe, this wedding was bringing more than just her happiness. *** Elena stood before a wall of pristine white gowns, the soft glow of the boutique’s chandelier casting a golden hue over the delicate lace and flowing silk.

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

💍 Arc One: The Wedding Morning — Quiet Before Forever Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the historic hillside estate, casting warm golden streaks across polished wooden floors and delicate floral arrangements. The river below shimmered beneath early morning mist, reflecting a sky just beginning to turn pale blue. Harper sat in front of a large antique mirror, her wedding dress draped carefully around her like fragile porcelain. The soft ivory fabric carried subtle embroidered patterns representing unity symbols from both her home culture and her new international life.

Or maybe she is trying to make Lancelot like me so I won't have to pretend to be his dead lover anymore? Lancelot chuckled. "Ophelia is very beautiful and kind, but I only like her as a friend. My bride is waiting for me outside this place. As soon as I'm out of here, I will go find her wherever she is and I will marry her like I promised. I don't care if she had aged, or if her physical traits are not the same as before. I will love her the same way."

"I know very well what happened. And now, I’ve found someone who truly completes me. I’m not giving that up." The two exchanged heavy glances. Bryan’s father finally stood up, determined to leave. "Then, forget you have a father. I won’t support this marriage." "I already figured. But with or without you, I will be happy." As soon as Benjamin left, Bryan felt a wave of relief. He knew that now, he was free to follow his heart. Meanwhile, Beck was at the dress shop with her mother and Lidia, looking for something special for the wedding. While trying on a dress, she noticed it didn’t close, which frustrated her.

All the lights were now focused on the bridge on which Hazel was now going to walk. 10 tiny girls dressed in pink frocks, were standing in one straight line holding tiny wooden baskets in their hands. Hazel started to walk on the bridge and they started to sprinkle the Rose petals on the girl. Everyone stood up from their seats to look at the stunning bride and welcome her. The entire garden was beautifully decorated with white colour Victorian vases from which white coloured Lily flowers were hanging downwards.