Male Bride Novels & Stories

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

He will attend the wedding with my mom. ' back to the earth,new bride' isa said. Who happen to be my bride maid. It is tug of war before one has to step for another. Unless I will have to do with two maid. Mummy educate me on marriage, I was happy for her advice,it smoothen my back I hug her weeping.She use her hands to weep my tears amidst cheering.

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

From her body to her eyes, nothing betrayed the storm brewing inside her as all remained calm on the surface. A gentle smile played along her lips as "Here comes the bride" started to play and the ornate doors of the old Victorian church opened slowly. All the eyes turned to look at the bride to catch a glimpse of the girl. After all, today was the wedding of the century. The most eligible bachelor and the most beautiful woman were getting married. But that was not all, two of the most powerful families on the continent were coming together after a hundred years! This wedding would be a big turning point from an economic point of view as well.

They take their places on the right, while the groom steps up to the monk’s stand. I can see the blond is nervous, though he hides his emotions quite well from everyone else. And then the music changes, and we see the bride. Vasmiya is radiant and stunning. She wears a long dress of soft milky color with a fitted, embroidered corset. The brunette’s hair is arranged in intricate braids adorned with snow-white flowers. She glows with happiness and excitement. The moment she sees her husband, a sincere smile lights up the bride’s beautiful face. It wasn’t for nothing that I married them. Looking at them now, I understand that my decision—though hasty and unexpected—was the right one.

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.

Laura wore a pale blue silk dress that shimmered in the light, and Sebastian couldn’t stop staring at her like he’d never seen anything so beautiful. Emily came with Ivan and little Mila, who had insisted on being the flower princess. She scattered rose petals down the aisle with more enthusiasm than accuracy, and no one had the heart to correct her. Especially not Emily, who laughed and cried in equal measure. And then there was me. Elle Marino. Soon to be Mrs. Elle Volkov. Bride. Survivor. Mother. Lover.

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don. It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her. They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant.

"I've never seen you perform. Will you be dancing tonight?" "Would he really expect me to perform? I mean, I'm his bride. Normally, the bride-to-be is off-limits at events like this. But then again, nothing about this setup is normal, is it? I honestly don't know what to expect—or even what to think anymore. When exactly is he planning to show his face? Or at the very least, talk to me? If he's worried I'll scream at the sight of him, he can calm down. Whatever he looks like, I still have to accept him. No choice there. Lucky me, right?"