Hearts Bridal Novels & Stories

It all tangled in my mind, a mess I couldn’t escape. I stayed quiet, letting him take my hand for us to make our entrance. The rooftop glittered with lights. Music pulsed through the night air, laughter spilling everywhere. The place filled with people of Bïg personality. Men in crisp luxury tuxedos and women drapes in stunning gowns sparkled under the stars And I spotted just a few familiar faces from the hospital. Ashley walked towards us, as soon as he saw us stepping in. “My two favorite people are finally here!” He exclaimed warmly, his grin wide and welcoming.

the woman exclaimed, looking at the bride in front of her, her eyes seemed to be shining. Britney knew that these people loved flattery, and she guessed that they would say the same thing to any bride. She appeared indifferent, walked to the dressing table, and sat down. The leading woman had the staff do her makeup while saying, "Ms. Hammond, this wedding dress is fully handcrafted and designed by the internationally renowned designer Johnathon Wilson. The diamonds on the chest are all naturally carved, personally sculpted by the international master Landin. Each one has a different shape and size, but each one symbolizes a different meaning. The largest heart-shaped diamond in the middle i

I pressed my lips together, glanced at Daniel who was engrossed in what he was discussing, and then scurried over to her. “Sapph…” she started but I grabbed her wrist and rushed away with her. ** “Sapphire,” Hilda called out as soon as we got behind the closed door. I looked around to ensure people were not around. This was the bride’s waiting room. The room I had got prepared in. I let go of her hand, sighed, and rushed to hug her. “Hilda!” I buried my head in her neck and sniffed it. “You will ruin your make-up,” she said, unable to hide the pain in her voice also.

He never said cherish. He never said adore. He never said love. Her turn. “I, Seraphina Vale, take you, Damian Blackwell, to be my lawfully wedded husband,” she whispered, throat tight. “I will stand by your side. Trust you. Honor you.” Even if it kills me. When the priest told him he could kiss the bride, Damian leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was not cruel. It was not mean. But it wasn’t tender either. It was practiced. Controlled. A seal on a contract.

21-carat pigeon-blood ruby, pure in color and perfectly set within—becoming the beating heart of this golden rose, a symbol of love's indestructible strength…" Adriana held her breath, eyes locked on the brooch, terrified her mother's keepsake might vanish again. At last, the auctioneer swept her gaze across the room, voice solemn. "Ladies and gentlemen, the starting price for 'Heart of the Rose' is 200 thousand dollars." "210 thousand!" Adriana raised her paddle without hesitation. Cold sweat soaked her palms. Her heart raced as she silently prayed no one would compete with her. In the front row, Chris turned at the sound. Joan followed his gaze.

The swirling tulle, delicate lace, and intricate details began to embody the essence of my dreams, weaving a bridal tapestry that would form the centerpiece of our magical day. As I watched Basilica Cuffling's skilled hands bring their unparalleled artistry to life, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for my loving partner, Damien, who had orchestrated this unforgettable journey, and for Basilica Cuffling, who had infused their expertise into every stitch, creating a masterpiece that would make my heart sing on the day I pledged my forever.

Petals floated down from the balcony, drifting like snowflakes kissed by the sun. The bridesmaids glided forward, a picture of choreographed elegance. Blush silk dresses. Glinting heels. Perfect smiles. Each one held a delicate bouquet of white orchids and blood-red roses—Beauty’s symbolic fusion of innocence and danger. Then… She appeared. Beauty. The bride.

" Tristan didn't offer a single word to contradict her statement. Instead, he fell into a heavy silence that lasted for two agonizing seconds. I stared blankly at him. Those two seconds were entirely long enough. Long enough for me to realize that deep down in his heart, he viewed me exactly the same way. Sunny reached into an open inventory box and pulled out an intricate bridal corsage. "Oh, wow! Grace, would it be okay if I kept this specific piece? I think it looks absolutely stunning." That corsage had been painstakingly designed for the bride. A cluster of pristine white camellias. It was a flower I had cherished deeply for years.

"I had it made. Because you lived. And I want that strength near your heart. Always." Lily's eyes shone, her throat constricting. "You're unbelievable," "I just love you," Vandaulf replied. "Stupidly, recklessly, deeply." She reached out and enclosed her hand around the necklace, shivering. "Do you like it?" he asked. She drew nearer and touched his cheek. "I love it. I love you." Later that night, Brenna and Helena sat with her in the bridal dressing room "Do you think he'll cry when he sees me?" Lily asked, staring at herself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful—a marriage of hard and soft. Lace wrapped around her arms like vines. The bodice fit her gently. The back was low, and the scar

If I had arrived any later, they'd have run up another $50,000 in shoes and jewelry. I wait for her to make her way back through, but just as I am about to flag her down I see something that makes my heart stand still. In the main viewing hall is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Her auburn brown hair has been swept up off her neck and held in place with a crystal tiara and lace veil. Her gently rounding figure is draped elegantly in ivory satin. I have never seen her so carefree, spinning and smiling as she looks at herself in the mirror.