Hearts Bridal Novels & Stories

They would stand shoulder to shoulder at this wedding and if happiness could be won, they would win it. ---------------------------- “Here!” Karen handed Emma the bridal bouquet and stood back to eye the full effect of how Emma would appear, walking down the aisle. "Perfect!” she declared. "Your fans are going to love the photos. You look just like a fairy-tale princess bride.” Emma stared at her reflection in the cheval mirror, her heart lifting at seeing herself precisely how she had dreamt of looking as a bride. She loved the sweetheart neckline of her dress. The tightly moulded bodice was beautifully beaded with tiny crystals, as was the hem and lower half of the gloriously wide skirt. A

Vincent can feel and hear every tick of the wristwatch he has embracing his wrist that seems to be in synch with the loud beating of his heart as he stands at the left wing of the altar that is decorated with fresh pink and white tulips as he waits for his bride to walk the aisle.

were natural no baked makeup and were down to earth the way they treated her and her husband with respect made her a proud mother until she told them to be calling her mama which sounded so genuinely respectful when coming from their mouth and she felt so close to the girls and saw them like her daughters. She was happy that her sons got the right women in their life and the only way to honor them was to through a bridal shower for good wishes and congratulate them on their upcoming wedding and also to gift them with the gifts she had always wanted to but the opportunity never arose. She invited close friends and family ladies and the bridal party adult ladies who had confirmed attending th

“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?”

“I’ve believed it since the moment you let me hold your pain.” She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Promise me, Peter. We’ll never become the people we escaped from.” Peter pressed a kiss to her hair. “We won’t. We build from love. Not power.” Outside, birds chirped as sunlight painted soft golden lines across their floor. And inside — two hearts, once bruised and bleeding, beat in rhythm toward forever. ____ The soft rustle of satin echoed through the grand mirrored room of *Maison Elara*, one of the most exclusive bridal ateliers in the city. Crystal chandeliers bathed the space in golden light, dancing off delicate sequins and lace that hung like whispers on the racks.

“You’re lucky I agreed to walk you down the aisle. Don’t make me regret it, sis.” I blinked at him, utterly thrown. “Wait, what? I…I don’t even know who I’m marrying.” He rolled his eyes. “Like you don’t already know.” Before I could argue, music started playing from somewhere in the distance—soft, lilting notes carried on the wind. My brother offered me his arm. My legs moved on their own, the long gown dragging against the grass as he led me forward. The garden stretched endlessly, benches lined with faceless people whose heads turned to follow me as I walked. My palms started sweating. My heart hammered so hard I was sure the entire crowd could hear it.

Without another word, I slipped two cards from my wallet and placed them in her palm—a platinum card and a black card. She stared at them as though they were weapons. “Hold on a minute,” she began skeptically. “You’re giving me a black card? How rich are you? Are you forgetting the basis of our marriage?” Her bluntness earned a subtle side-eye from Mr. Marcus, who had been quietly observing from a distance. “You’ll find out eventually,” I replied evenly. “Or you can simply ask about your brand-new husband. Besides, you’re married to me now. You’ll have to look the part.”

Sheila asked, in disbelief. "I will hit you severely if you lay your filthy hands or insult her again. Should in case you don't know she means the world to me, while you're nothing but a lump in my throat," Richard said, dejectedly, standing between Sheila and Ciara and shielded Ciara from already pissed off Sheila. "Are you really choosing that thing over your lawful wedded wife?" Sheila asked, disappointed at Richard's choice of side. " So you aren't aware that I'm just passing time with you. You're not worthy to be near my class. I'm cutting all ties with you today because my heart only longs for her, " Richard replied, smiling.

She made me realize that the happy life I thought I had was nothing but a fragile bubble that could be popped with just a touch. As Jessica snuggled into Benedict's arms, she asked with a frown, "What do you mean by that, Oliver?" Benedict was wearing a white suit today, which matched Jessica's white bridal gown. They looked like actual newlyweds when they embraced. Even though I was the actual groom, I looked more like a pathetic clown when I stood across from Jessica and Benedict. Instead of answering Jessica's question, I responded with a question of my own as I stared into her eyes.

She leaned in with an odd smile on her lips, “I was thinking, how about we wear matching couple outfits next week. Since next week’s club day, we can run a little royalty stall and give out royal items like tiaras and necklaces, to students for free in exchange for them voting for us.” I frowned, “I’m fine with the handing out of free royal items but um…I don’t know about the matching outfits. Isn’t that a little too over the top?” “It’s not,” Toralei replied. “I don’t think matching couple outfits would increase our chances of winning.” Toralei lowered her gaze a little, then exhaled, “Okay. It’s not like I already made the matching outfits” She slowly rose to her feet and said, “I’ll make