Hearts Bridal Novels & Stories

"Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore." "That's right, because if you were then you would have been under me by now moaning my name out while s*ck up that sweet nectar of yours leaving you breathless. Tell me, does he make you c*m like I did, know all your sweet spots? Does he know that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I just put a kiss right here?" He whispered the last part out as he tapped the skin below my ear. Oh God, how good it felt.

he says quietly, offering his hand to her. “No, I'm okay”.Daphne refused to take his hand, giving Roman an awkward look, she gave her a reassuring smile and Daphne walked with him up the stone steps, the night air cool against her skin. The door opens easily, and they step inside to a quiet, warm home. The crackling sound of a fire in the fireplace fills the room, and the soft lighting gives the space a cozy, safe feel. It’s the kind of place that makes her feel like she can breathe again.

I didn't like demanding unnecessary attention and I just immediately felt I was going to get a whole lot of attention on this very dress. My mom had bought me the dress on one of her trips to Vienna. It was a beautiful piece, sure, but it screamed for attention in a way I wasn't sure I wanted tonight. I sighed and pulled it off the hangar. I've only worn the dress twice. The memories of wearing it at their thirtieth wedding anniversary ceremony flooded me instantly. Robert had been there that night, I remembered perfectly well his gaze locking on me with such a depth I hadn't expected.

A cold, deep voice broke through. I forced my eyelids open. Standing silently in the shadows was Magnus Sutter, the zombie king. His pale, gray eyes betrayed no emotion. "You agreed to marry me. For the five years of truce, I will keep my promise." The urge to question him rose, but my body was too drained—I couldn't muster a single word. Magnus noticed my state. A moment later, a heavy can of meat landed at my side. Then, with a blur of shadow, he was gone.

"We don't want the people-or the press-wondering why my wife addresses me so formally now, do we?" Noah rose from her seat, her eyes narrowing at him. "There is no one here, Mr. Anderson," she told him with perfect enunciation, her tone implying that she wasn't playing along. "I'll see you in two weeks—at the wedding." Damien strode to a small safe in the corner of his office and opened it with a series of moves. Turning back to her, he held a small velvet box. Opening it, he showed her a diamond ring whose surface caught the light as he walked closer.

“The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.” “Then don’t wake up,” my mother snapped, finally looking at me. There was no mistaking the vitriol in her eyes. “Elena is back now. We have our daughter. We don’t need the one who let her get kidnapped. Giving Leo your heart is the only way you’ll ever be equal to her sacrifice.”

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.

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.

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.