Last Minute Bride Novels & Stories

Those menacing pupils of his focused on the marking on my arm, and he reached for me, wrapping his fingers just below it. “You will look quite delectable in our traditional gown, for our wedding.” I stilled, my head spinning. The chains? I couldn’t even imagine it. Our wedding? It was so hard to breathe; the air turning almost inexistent. He turned his attention to Cerus, his hand still on my arm. “Now, what payment do you seek for bringing my bride to me?” Silence. Thick silence. I bit my lip, dreading to hear Cerus’s answer, but it wouldn’t come. The silence was digging into my head.

Marcus looked at her suspiciously, no doubt confused by her sudden change of attitude. Oh well, if this was her only chance at a wedding, then she was going to get the full wedding experience and in her book that meant diamonds and a custom designer dress made just for her.

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

I replied still very much confused at where all these was heading to. "Jade and Melinda, these two prestigious guests of ours are Mr Luca Greco and Mrs Gabriela Greco. They are very respected and powerful people in the society" Father announced to me. "Oh. It is a pleasure meeting you both" I gave a slight bow. "The pleasure is all ours. You are so polite. You will definitely make a wonderful bride for Luciano" Mrs Gabriela smiled. At that moment my jaws dropped and it felt like the entire air had been sucked out of my body. They had been talking about my marraige all along!

Artemis is still watching me and the intensity of it is making my heart race. “Hey guys! We’re having a wedding!” Rhea says at the phone. When she turns the screen to us, I see Max and Athena waving at me. “Congratulations!” They say together. I lift my hands to cover my face because I look like a mess. “What are you waiting for? Marry them already!” Rhea says to the justice of the peace guy. “Alright.” He moves so he’s standing in front of Artemis and I. “Artemis Rhodes do you take…Blue to be your wedded wife, to care for in sickness and health?”

"Tonight? What about tomorrow? Or next week?" "One step at a time," Christian said soothingly. "Let's just enjoy our wedding night, shall we?" As if on cue, the DJ announced the last dance of the evening. Christian led me to the dance floor, pulling me close as the opening notes of "At Last" by Etta James filled the air. "So, Mrs. Miller," Christian murmured as we swayed to the music. "Any regrets?" I pretended to think about it. "Well, I'm a little disappointed we didn't go with Cathy's suggestion of a 'Fast and Furious' themed wedding. I was really looking forward to racing down the aisle in a souped-up Dodge Charger."

23 - Nathan I am getting ready with Brandon and Sam. We have done everything together, including taking over family businesses and sending Brandon down the aisle a few years ago. Sam is a little salty because he can’t go and meet my mystery bride, but he’s faking his enthusiasm well. I was told my bride made a stipulation that I could only bring one groomsman to the first look and like the adults that we are, they played rock, paper, scissors for the honor. When I found out that the one person rule applied to everyone, including her parents and my grandfather and uncle, I was happy. My bride at least has shown a sense of intelligence. I’m not sure if we have met and the first time should

"It's better that Brian talk alone to this, Mr. Ace." "Oh. Okay," Mara smiled and said, "Some other time, then." "Let's just focus on the wedding for now," Beatrice suggested. "We only have four days left to prepare for everything." Beatrice turned to Claire and smiled, "We need to ensure my grandchild will have our last name! I'm so excited to see him!" "Right," Brian acknowledged. His brows met when he remembered that he had yet to get feedback from the investigator about William Barlowe.

She was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and black cargo pants. She turned slowly when she heard me approaching. Her grey eyes were piercing and sharp. "Well, well," she drawled lazily. "The bride's up." I blinked. "And you are?" She popped her gum. "Rayne. With a 'y', not an 'i'. Try to remember that if I ever have to kill someone for you." I squinted. "Comforting." She grinned, her tongue poking her cheek. "You're smaller than I expected. But the attitude makes sense."

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”