Male Bride Novels & Stories

She marries to survive and for the money too. Her laughter floats out of the bridal suite, high and polished, the same sound she perfected years ago. It is not joy. It is performance. I have heard it used to charm council elders, soothe angry Alphas, and convince men with too much power that she is exactly what they need. “You may now kiss the bride,” the officiating priest announces. “Before Elsbridge Pack and the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you mates.” Applause swells across the ballroom. Champagne flutes clink, Betas in silk gowns beam as if this is a fairy tale instead of a carefully negotiated alliance.

“ Well, if you must know, the bride is our daughter. One of our twins, and as her mother, I wouldn't like her to meet such an eyesore on her day.” Looking at his older brother, the man let out an exasperated sigh, but before he could call out to his sisters, Madeline's heels were clicking towards their direction, with Elizabeth, looking lost behind her, yet peerless like a perfect English royal. “ What's happening here?” “ Thank God, Madeline. I want you to meet the woman who claims to be the bride's mother. And, she says this wedding is not meant for people like us.” He recapped, without leaving out the important details, while gesturing to himself and his older brother by his side.

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

Surprisingly, a bride can get drunk on her wedding day, indeed Drake has his hands full, somehow I felt like it's was karma teaching him a lesson after he left and went his separate ways. Hence, seeing how deplorable the Bride looked, I have got to get her sober, if I don't want to lose my job. Quickly I pulled her up from the ground she was seated drowning herself in alcohol, pushed her into the bathroom, and flushed the whole dizziness from her eyes. I could hear her barf inside the toilet, it got to a point her it felt like she was choking, urgh! Elijah bride is such a handful, wonder how he would survive getting married to her, well! It shouldn't bother me because I ain't the one gettin

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

"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.

The woman beneath the veil averted her gaze, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. "Selene, you don't look too well. Are you tired?" I asked with a gentle smile. She cleared her throat nervously. "Yes, I…" I gestured for the officiant to pause the ceremony and led the bride into the lounge. Just then, my phone on the table vibrated. More than a dozen unread messages lit up the screen—all from Chase Riverton. 'You've figured out the bride's a fake, haven't you? Surprised? Selene and I are watching your wedding live right now.'

"Oh please, don't ruin my mood with your never ending pity. Let me just imagine myself wearing it and assume you got it for me and present it to me like this… she paused as she dramatized how Naya would go on her knees to present the bracelet to her. "I'm presenting a bracelet not asking you to be my wife," Naya muttered giggling. "Even if you ask me I would have said no if you were a guy," enola scoffed. "You dare not, you won't be able to resist my handsome face," Naya bragged. "And you won't be able to resist my honey ass," enola replied, shaking her ass.

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone