His Reluctant Bride Novels & Stories

Simple-minded, and wholly unused to the ways of the world, she believed each word he said, and when at last he proposed marriage, she not only consented, but also promised to keep it a secret for a time, until he could in a measure reconcile his father, who he feared might disinherit him for wedding a penniless bride. “Wait, darling, until he knows you,” said he, “and then he will gladly welcome you as his daughter.” Accordingly, one dark, wintry night, when neither moon nor stars were visible, Helena stole softly from her quiet room at Mrs. Warren’s, and in less than an hour was the lawful bride of Harry Rivers, the wife of the clergyman alone witnessing the ceremony. “I wish I could take y

Aira said, “He will be here soon, he had been glued to your side all day long. There’s even another post on the internet from this morning when you went to have breakfast outside,” *Is this year’s wedding of the century still on?* “Aira Brian and her fiance Vincent Valory were seen casually having breakfast and shopping a few hours before their wedding. Which makes us wonder if the wedding is still on,” Meghan read and Aira rolled her eyes. “Vincent had wanted to have breakfast outside. I knew they would publish something like that but I couldn’t find the energy to care. I mean, god, we’ve been fighting against some serious universal resistance to have this wedding on time…” Aira complained

"You are such a selfish, arrogant and rude personDon't you have a heart???. No one's gonna love or marry a person like you." "Why don't you look at yourself first before judging another person???, You are a stupid and rufey lady who don't know how to speak to people, First learn how to speak I would never marry a person like you and even if you were the last person left on earth I would never marry you." Suddenly two guards headed towards me, I left his hand because I didn't want any trouble. If I get into any trouble my step mother would take advantage of it. So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger.

I enjoy that game and I always win. It only makes it more thrilling this time because my new bride is different. She doesn't wail and beg. She doesn't use tears to dissuade me from my course. She uses a chair and even her small fist. She's a warrior and this should be fun. What isn't fun is the stiff burden of my cock. I head to my chambers and mentally send a message to my manservant. "Deliver a tray of fruit and cheese to my bride. Take care that she doesn't kill you when you do."

to which his fiancée gave him a sad pout. Adam scribbled down Sadie’s jumbled ideas, his own head whirling. He had no idea what he was doing, did he? How did he think he could become some wedding coordinator and just hope things worked, when they hadn’t worked the first time around? But he kept a straight face as he talked with Sadie, nodding and offering any suggestions that happened to spring to mind. By the end of the meeting, he’d gathered that the bride wanted a country wedding with loads of flowers and that she hated carrot cake. When she began talking about her dress and the cowboy boots she’d wear with it, Adam had to restrain the urge to put his head down on his desk.

" Don't remind me that, love. I am sorry for that. And you have taken your revenge by rejecting me too. So don't ever refer to yourself as, the rejected bride." He said and claimed my lips in a passionate kiss. " You are My Irresistible Bride..." He said and then made passionate love to me. And of course, he took me to our cottage and made up for the times when I had ignored his needs over our kids. He made hot passionate love to me in every room and on every surface of the cottage, several times for those three days. But I was not complaining. After all, I am his Irresistible Bride now...

"The bride, ahh yes. What is your name? Why is there a man here?" "Oh, me?" Becket inquired as he put his hand on his chest. "I'm Becket Petersen, the groom-to-be." "Why are you here then? It's bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding." Sarahfran voiced out as she moved closer to Beck who was still sitting on the chair. "My fiance doesn't believe in that and neither do I," Beck remarked as he started to cross his legs. "Hmm..." Sarahfran pivoted around and walked toward Lucky and Cherokee who was still in the tight-fitting gown. "Now the bride,"

It was the only strength that allowed me to face this harsh reality. And this was the beginning of our contractual marriage... a life full of secrets, pain, and the highest stakes I had ever faced.

"Can you listen for a second? I'll tell you why the bride is not Clarice. First, her name is Charice Evans. If she is indeed Clarice do you think she will stay silent and not take revenge on us? Her husband is the leader of a powerful rogue pack. They could easily wage war against our pack or hire snipers to kill us. But she didn't do that. And last but not least, they invited us to attend the wedding. If she was Clarice she would never have invited us. Do you understand now?" "I understand, but I can't help it. I'm still bothered by her voice," Aurelia said anxiously. "Stop worrying so much. Let's just enjoy the party," Kaspar said casually. "I'm not planning to ruin my awesome experience t

For some reason, the cute child in the picture seemed to slowly replace the one in my memory. Yes, it was good this way. The child deserved to be this happy. My smile deepened. The woman's laughter also rang loud and clear. She looked really excited. "Ah yes, Jared, are you married to Sterly? I heard he's Sterly Brighton, the wealthiest man in our country." She asked in a low voice. My smile died down as I nodded my head.