Last Minute Bride Novels & Stories

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

The other person explained: “Don’t you know? She is Atlas’s ex-lover. They used to love each other very much, but since Atlas became disabled, she used that as an excuse to break up with him.” “Is Atlas’s former rumored girlfriend?” Below, everyone was talking about Winifred, on the stage, a man in a suit, holding a microphone started speaking: “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to my family’s wedding. First, I would like to invite the bride to step onto the stage.” As soon as he finished speaking, the bride walked in from the door. The scene was quiet, many eyes were focused on the young girl in a pure white wedding dress walking, and most people were curious about what kind of per

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

But the handwriting was jagged and manic. [ Do you want your bride? ] [ She is waiting for you. ] [ Come alone to the Old Port, Warehouse 4. ] [ If you bring the police, or if you don't come in 30 minutes... ] [ The wedding turns into a funeral. ] [ P.S. Don't forget your wheelchair. You'll need it. ] The paper crumpled in Sebastian’s hand. The church music was still playing. The guests were still smiling, waiting for the bride. But Sebastian’s world had just turned into hell.

Grandpa had left earlier, leaving me alone with the silence of the room and the white dress waiting nearby. If I ran now, everything he'd spent forty years building went with me. I could survive a broken heart. I wasn't sure I could survive watching him lose everything else because of it. My phone suddenly buzzed. I looked down, and Xavier's name appeared on the screen. "Liana, where are you? The wedding is about to start." Before I could even type a reply, my phone started ringing again. Freya's name lit up the screen. I stared at it, my thumb hovering over the answer button. The memory of what I had seen flashed through my mind. My jaw tightened.

"The wedding is a week-long event at his family's private estate in Aspen. Chateau Reed. Very exclusive. And guess what? I'm making you my maid of honor! I need someone reliable to manage the itinerary, and you're so good at organizing things. Plus, Dominic's groomsmen are all single tech millionaires. Maybe you can finally find someone to take you out of that depressing apartment." I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached. "Clara, you know exactly what he did to me. You sat on my bed while I cried for three weeks straight!" "Oh, sweetie, don't be so dramatic," she sighed, her tone melting like sugar in hot tea. "That was a whole year ago. Get over it. Oh, and by the way, the dress code for

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…

The whole church quieted down, anticipating the moment when the bride would step in. Brielle, Cora and the other bridesmaids walked down the aisle before it was finally Brae's turn. She was holding onto William's arm in a solid grasp who looked down at her with a kind smile. As she started walking all eyes were on her. Brae was the one who had chosen 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri to be played at her wedding . A faint smile graced Brae's lips on thinking how the song was appropriate to express her feelings.

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.