I Need A Bride Free Novels & Stories

This, this chaos, this laughter, this home, it’s everything I never knew I wanted. Once, I bought a bride. Now, I live every day grateful that love can’t be bought, only found, nurtured, and kept alive. And this life, is the only deal I’ll never regret. *** THE END!

"I have an announcement to make." They both turned their full attention to me. "I'm listening," Vivianne said, crossing her arms. "All of my bridesmaids are required to bring their man to the wedding," I said, keeping my face completely blank. "If you don't want to bring your husband, that’s fine, but you’ll have to find someone else to bring. You can borrow a man if you have to." Nyra relaxed immediately, knowing she was exempt, but Vivianne’s eyes went wide. She looked like I’d just insulted her heritage.

I stared at the screen for a moment. With a cold smirk, I texted back, "Of course." It would be as simple as could be. There would be no wedding suite and no wedding photos. Most importantly, there wouldn't even be a bride.

Ahana ****** "Bride In Blue...Bride In blue...Bride In Blue..." I yelled throwing all the newspapers on the floor that had only Anvi in it and the headline stated, "Bride In Blue". I was supposed to be the talk of the town but all I received was a small corner in the newspaper. All the while my marriage was the talk of the town but on my big day that bitch Anvi snatched it from me. I didn't buy a lehnga worth Rupees 40 lakh so that I could get a place in the corner of the newspaper. I wanted to be in the limelight and if not for that stupid girl I would have been on the television.

She pursed her lips. A bubble of laughter bursted from me. “Are you kidding me?” “I wish. He gave me six stores to find you a bridesmaid dress. I added the other four. He said, and I quote, ’Baby, I don’t give a shit how much you spend on a fucking bridesmaid dress. What matters to me is that you have the wedding you’ve always dreamed of—regardless of the cost. So go to these stores and shop up a storm with Brenda. And don’t come back until you have the whole fucking thing sorted out.’”

“Go on.” I realized I had no idea how to begin. My palms felt cold, my throat tight, but I forced myself to breathe in and out. “We’re… kind of in the same situation,” I finally said. “I need a groom because of something urgent in my life, and you need a bride, right? So I thought…” I swallowed hard. “What if we got married? A contract marriage. Just a few months. We don’t even have to live together if you don’t want to.”

I could do nothing but hug him. "I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend."

I’m crazy. Why would I want the supposed-to-be bride in my wedding?

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

“I need someone practical. Not a debutante. Not dramatic. Someone who needs the arrangement as much as I do.” “Oh, I know! It will be fast and clean. How about a stripper? No, no—an influencer. She’ll need to... oh no, that’s loud, not quiet. I know the one: you can’t refuse this one. It's gold—a Vegas bride! I can already picture it! I can book the flight if you want, and..." Just then, I was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Yes, come in,” I said. “Sir?” “Yes, Stacy?”