Keeping My Bride Novels & Stories

“The wedding is starting in an hour; you need to leave.” I raised my shoulders, completely clueless as to why she was asking me to leave. She hissed, “You’re the groom. You can’t see the bride while she gets ready for the wedding. It’s tradition.” I threw my hands up, feeling defeated. “Fine, I’ll leave. I already know you’ll look gorgeous in that wedding dress anyway.” I winked at her, and she shook her head. A smile curled on my lips as I left the room. ***

"She'll stay in the east wing. There will be guards. But it's just... a precaution. Until I'm sure she won't try to burn my house down." "Why should I believe you?" He leaned in, his voice icy. "Because if I wanted her dead, you'd already be identifying a body." I flinched, my heart plummeting into my stomach. .... I'd always imagined that if I was to get married again, my wedding dress would be lace. Maybe a little backless. Instead, I stood at the altar in a sleek white gown that fit like a second skin and constricted my airflow like a fucking funeral shroud.

I said. " I had to... You are going to be my bride. Now, I have to go and get ready for Haldi." He said and went away after he gave me a short but hot, toe-curling kiss. Since then, we have not been able to meet alone because of the rituals. But I was married to him now; I don't know why, but I was blushing too much. I didn't know how to behave around him. I was curious about the gifts he gave me, but I could not open all of them till now.

He missed her too, and I could tell he was frustrated every day he came back searching for her. My mother had taken it upon herself to arrange the Coronation. She had me at suit fittings, dress rehersals, food tasting. She was acting as if I was getting married, which made me sick. Although any male would have gone insane at the look of Nina in her tight fitting red gown, it made me nauseas. Charlie would have never picked something so exageratted.

His smile disappears as he watches me and his mouth drops open a little bit but you can see he is shaking it straight off with a shudder. Some trumpets are now telling us that the Bride has arrived and is starting her way down the to the Groom. I struggle to breathe and my hands are shacking but I am trying to keep my posture. I can’t let this whole thing get to me. I made myself this promise I would not fall apart today. I would just join this pack even when I have to watch him be happy and carry on his life without me.

My smile didn't last long as I called my bride's name, "...Kealey?" The entire crowd stood, cheered, clapped, screamed. Why the fuck was my bride Kealey and not Layla?!

“Jax and I are in different rooms?” He nodded. “The groom can’t see his bride before the wedding. It would be bad luck.” “I don’t like this.” She bit her bottom lip and gave a worried glance to Jax. “This isn’t even a traditional wedding. You don’t make the rules.” It was a struggle to keep himself calm. “I’m protecting you. Haven’t I shown that my interests are to keep Jax and you safe?” She scowled. “Is that what you call your past actions?”

Did they buy you a lap dance? [You know I am not a big fan of this outdated wedding tradition.] I giggle, holding my phone. So serious! What a prude. His call comes in the next second. I pick up the next second, “Hey. Are you back yet—” “Close your eyes.” His voice is deep and hoarse. I blink blankly. Then, I hear the living room door open softly, followed by the sound of footsteps entering. “Wait! Are you in my room?” I spring out of bed, crying. “The bride and groom aren’t supposed to see each other—”

I stood on my tiptoe and kissed him. " Oh! please you two. Show me some respect, will you? " Aiden groaned, We broke the kiss and laughed. " Come on bro. It's time to leave. " " Yes, you are right. How about my wife-to-be? Can I see her ? " Aiden asked, " See her??? " Jordan and I shouted. " You can't see the bride before the wedding. " I said, " Alright but I can't wait to see her. We better hurry to the church then. Is she ready? "

he spoke trying to hold it in. “Ms. Sarah Bert, do you accept Mr. Bible Holding as your husband?” “Yes, a hundred times yes” I cried peering down on the floor. “You may kiss the bride” “I love you, Sarah!!” “I love you too”