Last Minute Bride Novels & Stories

Scarlett LEANED AGAINST the back wall of the barn and watched the bride spin around the dance floor. Benji's parody song of the B52's Love Shack played through the speakers. The day was almost over. She couldn't believe how many times they'd had a near disaster, starting with the surprise flower arch the bride had thrown at her first thing in the morning. Scarlett had realized too late this bride's methods, how she'd manipulated Scarlett into going above, beyond and farther than was reasonable.

Just right after their weird proposal, Ashlyn and Vladimir went on preparing for their upcoming wedding after a month of preparation until it was time. Everything was fully prepared and all set the only thing remaining was the entrance of the bride. It was the usual marriage ceremony, with witnesses gathered around, a priest or a pastor, nice flowers at the aisle as well as at the altar, and lovely music in the background. It was beautiful and magical until the music of A Thousand Years of Christina Perri came on playing, and the bride came in. Ashlyn was so beautiful and Vladimir couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

"Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Story of my life." The Anderson ladies exchanged amused glances. As the door creaked open, Lauren took a step forward. With a commanding presence, she addressed the assembly, "Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. Please welcome the bride, Mellisa, as she graces us with her presence." Mellisa, guided by Oceane, began her walk down the aisle, the hem of her gown trailing behind her. The room held its collective breath, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound accompanying her journey.

I stepped into the last store on my list, hoping they would have the perfect bridesmaid outfit. I couldn’t disappoint my best friend. We had all been praying for the day when she would finally get married, and that day was here—on Saturday, to be precise. The hall had been chosen, and decorations and interiors were in progress. Her family had arrived yesterday and was currently receiving the best treatment from Murphy’s parents. All the bridesmaids had gotten their outfits except me because I always like last-minute shopping and the kids had taken most of my free time. Also, a certain Kyle King

"Oooh,but I think it is. If am going to walk the red carpet with you and have the world know me as your wife, I have the right to know who the woman you fuck before you come home is." "Stay in your damn lane woman." he said between gritted teeth as he squeezed my arm so painfully he left a mark. "it seems you need to be reminded your position, just smile for the cameras and say nothing. That's all you are here to do. No one gives a damn about you or who you are and all you will be known as is my wife that's it. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." i said mid tears. "Now clean yourself up and put some foundation on that arm." he said referring to my now bruised arm from where he had squeezed too ha

echoed through the gilded hall. The church door opened slowly and ceremoniously. The spotlight pooled on the bride's silhouette. It illuminated Maddison and me. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my chest grew. I could hear the crowd whisper. "Wait, what's going on? Isn't the bride supposed to be Taylor Jones? Why is Maddison the one in it?" "Did they confuse who the bride should be?" "The bride's become the bridesmaid! Is this a prank?!" I forced myself to weather the humiliation and led Maddison to the stage.

The melody of the wedding march played softly in the background. On the giant screen, images of her and Jack flickered to life. Since she had taken over as the bride at the last minute, there hadn't been time for a proper wedding photoshoot. Instead, hastily gathered candid shots played in a slideshow. The hall was filled with guests, yet an odd atmosphere lingered. Faces twisted in curiosity and hushed whispers spread through the crowd. "A wedding where the bride changes at the last minute? Never heard of that before." "Who cares? We're just here for the food. Whether it's the older or younger sister doesn't matter."

“You stared into it and didn’t look away. You heard us in the walls. You’ve seen the blood.” Tears welled in my eyes. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you did,” she said. “You awakened us. The brides.” “I don’t want this!” I shouted. A long pause followed. Then she laughed softly, but it was the kind of laugh that came from someone broken beyond repair. “No one ever wants to be the last bride,” she said. “But someone has to be.” “What do you mean… last bride?” “We were all chosen. Lilianne. Celeste. Anindya. Me. And now, you.”

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.