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.

“Don’t make it weird. Just open it.” Camilla hesitated before pulling the box out. Her fingers brushed over the gold logo embossed on top before she lifted the lid. Inside was a delicate diamond bracelet. Thin, elegant, and designed with small interlocking hearts that glimmered under the light. Her breath caught. It wasn’t just expensive, it was also beautiful. She looked up at him. “Why would you buy this?” Adrian had already started unbuttoning his shirt. “Because I could tell you were hurt.”

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.

Ethan shot them both a final glare before stalking toward his suite. *** Elena sat motionless before the grand vanity mirror, her fingers resting lightly on her lap. The air in the bridal suite was thick with the scent of fresh peonies and vanilla, the morning sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over the pristine white walls. She was beautiful. Objectively, she knew this. The delicate lace of her gown clung to her curves in a way that was almost sinful, the intricate beading catching the light with every subtle movement.

"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."

“But what if I get my hopes up and then he breaks my heart? I’ve never been with anyone and I don’t think I want to carelessly risk everything for a’maybe’.” “As your therapist, you re right about not diving in when you haven’t fully healed from everything. You need to love yourself enough to be willing to take the risk of letting someone in enough for them to see your scars and help you heal.” I abruptly got up and started pacing about. “This doesn’t make sense, you want me to get my heart broken so you can keep making money from me. Is that is?” I spat. “Does my life interest you that much that the only help you can offer is one that will always benefit you?”

💍 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."