Heaven Bridal Novels & Stories

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

Please let the answer be no. The cathedral doors opened behind us. The room shifted. Everyone turned. My sister appeared at the end of the aisle on my father’s arm, radiant in ivory silk and cathedral-length lace. Celeste Hartwell had been preparing for this wedding since she was seventeen. She looked luminous. She looked happy. She looked like someone about to receive everything she'd ever wanted. The organ swelled as she began walking down the aisle. Adrian Swift turned toward her. He smiled. He watched her approach.

"How did you end up like this? Weren't you tough when you took Naomi Horner away?" She contemptuously glanced at Alex, her tone filled with a sense of superiority. Dad, sitting in the driver's seat, did not even bother getting out of the car. He only snorted coldly. "I told you, some people just can't be helped. That unfilial daughter was blind to give up her comfortable life as a wealthy heiress to suffer with someone like you." I floated in mid-air, looking at their condescending attitude, and felt a chill run through me. They thought I was hiding out of shame, but they had no idea that I was already dead. I died on the day they thought I eloped.

My father leaned forward slightly, and for just a moment I saw something in his eyes that wasn't grief or guilt… something that looked almost like the man he used to be, when he was talking about pack strategy. "The ceremony of Alpha transfer is old ritual," he said. "It requires witnesses from the pack, the formal surrender of my Alpha authority, and your acceptance. The moment it's complete…" He paused. "The Goddess recognizes the transfer. It's not metaphorical, Olivia. It's real. Packs with legitimate Alpha succession that have the Goddess's favor feel it immediately. The bond between Alpha and pack — the one you feel through the mate bond connection, that you've probably felt echoes of

Something closed. I wasn't Mrs. Hayes. I would never be Mrs. Hayes. Atlas's hand was in mine. He hadn't let go since the altar. He was looking at me like he'd been waiting for this moment for longer than I knew. I would find out, later, that he had been. ******** HIS WEDDING DAY BRIDE Copyright © 2026 by Blueesandy All rights reserved.

I held his gaze for a second before turning to Richard and signaling for him to take the boy. “Wait,” Damien said. “I have a condition. You can’t just get him for free, you know.” I looked back at him. “That’s unfortunate,” I said. “Because I wasn’t planning on paying.” “Relax, bro. I never said you were paying.” His grin widened. “I heard there’s a gala coming up.” A gala. I hadn’t heard anything about a gala. Not from Richard or anyone from my team. “I want a pass,” Damien said simply. “An official invitation. My name on the guest list.”

Then she sinks back into her duvet and closes her eyes, hoping she doesn’t see Kaicha in the darkness behind her shut eyes. . . . . . . . . . . . That night, Heaven returns to the tower to take her bath. She puts on a black bustier and tops it with a silk black maxi skirt, which cinches a little around her hips, but flays towards the legs. Then she matches it with a pair of red flats before her new handmaid comes into the room. “Alpha Ziason said to escort you to the funeral ground,” the maid says. Heaven follows the lady without responding.

“Bride to Be” is printed in sparkling font on Scarlett’s bright white sash. Although she’s already had numerous bridal showers and even a bachelorette party, Sheila, Scarlett’s older sister, decided we all needed girl-time tonight. She also decided that the best place to do that would be down the street from where the guys are holding Kurt's bachelor party.

Fedora had never envisioned herself in the wedding business, but Bridal Fix was not a typical wedding company. There were no flower arrangements, no giddy brides dreaming of their big day, no childhood fairytales being fulfilled. Instead, Bridal Fix operated in a world of necessity, where marriage was a tool, a strategy, an answer to problems that money alone could not solve.

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.