Male Bride Novels & Stories

Nova moaned loudly, her hips jerking forward. Ryan held her steady on his lap, his hard cock pressing against her ass through his pants. “That’s it. Let him taste you. But we’re not going to let you come yet.” His hands squeezed her breasts gently, thumbs circling her stiff nipples through the lace of her dress. “We want you aching when you walk down the aisle.” Marcus stood beside them, stroking Nova’s hair. “Look at you. The perfect bride, with your legs spread for your stepbrother and your husband’s best friends. Does it turn you on knowing how wrong this is?”

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Anne took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my lady. It’s all everyone is talking about. The kitchen staff are already drafting meals for the royal wedding.” “Royal wedding?!” Lily was utterly shocked. Mirabel looked calm but in reality, her ears were ringing and her blood seemed to have run cold. “Who is this bride?” She managed to ask Anne. “Megan Brighton! Former queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Her marriage to Richardson Jared was dissolved yesterday.” Anne answered. “What a wench! She lost her throne and now she is here for Lady Mirabel’s crown!” Mary yelled. “We do not insult women we do not know, Mary.” Mirabel cautioned her lady.

Alice gasped softly as her eyes landed on the bride. Leonora walked slowly down the aisle, her arm hooked with Ramon’s, while Marisa followed behind holding the edge of her veil. She was breathtaking—her gown simple, elegant, and glowing under the sunbeams pouring through the windows. Her smile shone like sunlight, radiant and warm, lighting up the entire church. The groom, standing at the altar, was equally stunning in his crisp barong. He stood tall, pride etched in every inch of his posture. His eyes never left her.

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

“And you Madison Wilhenberg, do you take Gavin Morgan to be your husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will love him and honor him all the days of his life, till death do you apart? " I blankly stare at the priest. Is he waiting for my response? Ahhh, why are they staring at me? Even this pretty faced like mannequin guy is looking at me. Stop glaring, will you? The priest tilts his head as I look back at him. The words that escape my mouth make the man standing in front of me staring as if nothing happened. “I… Do I?” End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!”

The best man moved to help Ethan out of the car, and Maya stared at the mansion in awe, still trying to process it all. “You’re going to keep staring at it, or you’re going to go in?” Ethan’s deep voice said. He was already rolling forward. Maya swallowed hard and began following behind him. She didn’t have a single bag of luggage like a normal bride would. This wasn’t a usual wedding. She wasn’t a usual bride. She was a hidden, replacement bride.

Third Person Pov “ It is time to bring the bride.” Panditji announced. In hindus it is a ritual that the bride’s mama(maternal uncle) brings the bride to the mandap for the marriage . Yashvardhan and Gyatri are Anaira’ s mama and mami and since leena and Sheena don't have any mama, Yashvardhan proposed to fulfill this ritual for them as well. The three brides with Yash and Gyatri came into view.

But instead of causing curiosity, this only brings a sense of unease… something that makes all her defenses rise at once. What's Theodor Marchetti thinking? ...... The bridal march interrupts her thoughts. All the guests stand up, including the bridesmaids, as the bride is finally entering. When Emily appears at the church door holding James Evans' arm, Eleonor feels a tightening in her chest. The whispering starts to become louder because it's clear that the bride is looking too plain, while the bridesmaids are dressed in flashy colors and fabrics stuck to their bodies. The bride doesn't stand out at her own wedding.

Nate whispers back, making me laugh. It was a good idea to drag him here with me. I definitely won't be bored. "The bride is here." I stand up from the seat, the silky gown falling to my feet. All the guests have stood up, looking back at the bride and her best man. The bride looks stunning in a sleeveless, silky gown. The wind ripples through her long hair as she walls down the aisle, next to the best man. Damien. My husband. Her right hand is poached in his elbow and the left hand is holding the black bouquet. She's looking up at Damien with so much love in her eyes. Damien is looking at the groom. And the groom is looking back at him. Not a friendly look.