Lovers Bridal Novels & Stories

"Because it felt wrong. I'll explain. We started this marriage out all wrong and doing anything like that wouldn't feel right. You'll continue to have doubts about where my loyalty lies and I'd continue to worry that you'll never accept me fully. Do you understand?" Lia nodded, sniffing as tears pooled at her eyes. This was the sweetest, most wonderful thing anyone had ever said to her. He was thinking about her, about them, together. "Hey, don't cry.." He frowned, trying to brush her tears and she laughed peppering his face with kisses.

"Always, my love." As they shared a tender kiss under the moonlit sky, Lacy and Harol turned away, giving the couple a moment of privacy. Then they heard Jarvis groan in a distant voice, and they almost laughed when Lacy and Harol saw that Jarvis was looking at his brother and his lover. They couldn't see any disgust from Jarvis', but instead, despite him groaning, he looked happy for his brother. The quiet acknowledgment of love in the midst of chaos resonated, creating a bond that transcended the challenges of their unpredictable journey.

Henry went back into the grand hall to have breakfast with his family. Soon, the entire Dominic family sat around the golden dining table. Luna Ruth made her way downstairs, wearing a long white gown that swept the ground as she walked down the spiral staircase. She settled into her seat, alongside her husband and two daughters. Juliet was excited that she had found her mate, while Madelyn kept an expressionless face, as she hadn't found a mate yet. Juliet was eagerly waiting to introduce her mate to her father at the upcoming full wolf moon dancing festival.

“Widowed is good. Widows get access and sympathy in equal measure, and nobody asks a widow why she’s alone. But reserved is wrong. Make her warm. Warm people are invisible, because everyone’s too busy being flattered to examine them. And give me a dead husband with a personality, someone specific I can be fond of in public. Grief is only convincing in the details.” She’d improved it in ninety seconds. She improves most things I build in about ninety seconds, and I’ve stopped resenting it and started budgeting for it. “Fine,” I said. “Elise Caron, warm widow. I’m Laurent. We’re recently together. Discreetly.” “You’re always recently together with me. You should try besotted. It reads as harml

Alpha Dominic vowed while holding my hand. “I, Astrid, promise to love and respect Dominic Knight, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, and to obey him until death do us part.” Tears of fulfilment rolled down my cheeks as the priest pronounced us as a wedded couple. Then he said, “You may kiss the bride.” Alpha Dominic took my lips in his, and we moved our mouths in unison. He gripped my waist and brought me closer. “Woah! The honeymoon starts right here!” Carolina shouted, making us aware of the guests and some calculating eyes watching our movements.

The light from the church that was still on provided a beautiful backdrop, as if the whole world belonged only to the two of them that night. "Dani, I never imagined Christmas Eve would be this beautiful," Stefany said when the song was over. "I didn't either. But I'm glad I can spend it with you," Daniel replied. Stefany bowed her head, her face looking flushed. "Dani, you always know how to make me feel special." Daniel smiled widely. "Because you are special to me, Stefy." "Honestly, I also feel comfortable with you, Dani," Stefany replied. "Me too, Stefy. Let's promise one thing! We must strengthen each other, and promise to always be faithful in this bond of love," Daniel exclaimed whil

Basilio DiLustro, on the other hand, I devoured all I could find. One day, Basilio would become head of the New York Syndicate. And he was just as deadly, if not more, than his father. Although, he didn’t strike me as being as cruel as the infamous Gio DiLustro. After all, he caught me falling off the balcony. It was kind of romantic, if you really thought about it. Like a Romeo and Juliette kind of romance. My brows furrowed. Those two had a tragic love story. Maybe I should refrain from that comparison.

The bartender asked, getting annoyed with me. " Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you.

Fleur's said while looking at the stars above them. "I will take you here whenever you wanted, If you want I will marry you here," Memphis said and turn aside to look at her, Fleur do the same then he kissed her forehead. "Really? I would love to marry you under the stars," She smiled genuinely. "Yes, I will do everything to marry you here!" He smiled back. "I Love You, Love" She said. "I Love You More, Love" He answered and they looked back at the stars. ****** "That night was the most beautiful night I ever had with you," Bitterly she smiles, "but——— that is also the night that Dad found out that I'm coming out with you," She nodded and tries to hold her tears but it just flows out.

Elena’s tone turned brisk. I watched them go towards the stairs and climb. I tracked every flex of muscle beneath denim, every shift of long hair against broad backs. Elena’s voice dropped to a murmur. “Not every woman craves long-haired lovers.” “Yet you gave me three.” My pulse thundered. “Convenient.”