Male Bride Novels & Stories

Kate's excitement and anticipation were palpable as she waited for the moment when she would finally walk down the aisle and marry the love of her life. Inside the bride's room, a palpable sense of emotion hung in the air as Kate sat in her bridal chair, surrounded by her loved ones. Her mother, Mrs. Morrone, best friend Olivia, therapist Nancy, and Mrs. Thompson all gazed at her in awe. Mrs. Morrone broke the silence, her voice choked with tears as she spoke. "Kate, you look absolutely stunning in that wedding dress. I am so proud of the beautiful woman you have become."

“What the hell is that?” She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “God, you are so boring.” She waved the card dramatically. “This is an exclusive invitation to Maison De La Mariée, the most luxurious bridal boutique in the world. Since I am a top model and all, they want me to showcase their newest wedding gowns. And guess what, fiancé? You are coming with me to pick one out.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t recall agreeing to play husband.” I leaned back in my chair, completely unamused. “Are we supposed to be some happy, lovesick couple now?”

Everyone yelled and she raised her hands in surrender while Chloe busted out crying. ******* “Now it's time for the bride's entrance,” someone announced and the door opened. Ashley and Mason walked inside sprinkling some flowers on the carpet. And then Carrie and Chloe followed smiling happily at the crowd before the bride and John strolled inside. Sarah tried every possible best to contain her tears, when they got to Mike John smiled a bit at him. “One word or scratch of her and you will pay dearly,” Mike nodded his head. “Do you Medley Hares agree to be the lawful bride of Mike Winter as your lawful husband?” Sarah stared at Mike's smile dancing around her face.

He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine. Beside him sat his young bride, beautiful yet fear was written all over her. She looked close to my age, maybe younger, with porcelain skin and downcast eyes, the kind of beauty that came with such weird silence. As Cristiano greeted them, Ronald grinned and leaned forward to shake my hand, his fingers cool and dry. “Ah, the new Morano bride,” he mused, his tone dripping with amusement as his gaze lingered. “Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.”

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her again.” Vivian stared back at me, speechless. Behind her was Emily, sitting on the edge of the couch. She looked like a ghost in her wrinkled wedding dress, smeared makeup and all. “You brought him here?” she asked Hilary as she stood up. Her voice was hoarse and broken. “No,” I said, still facing Vivian. “I came because the woman I’m about to marry deserves better than this.” I let go of Vivian’s wrist, slowly, deliberately.

We all moved to our respective spots. As the familiar strains of a violin filled the air, I turned to watch the bride. Her brown hair cascaded in soft waves. She was fair-skinned, with a delicate nose and a gentle face. A small tiara adorned her head, making her look like a princess. Everyone she passed couldn't hide their awe.

Now it’s too late to regret it. Everyone stands from their sits as my bride steps into the church, I follow Robbie my best man’s eyes, and see my bride in a white lace traditional dress, a bunch of white and pink roses, a small bouquet on her hand while the other is linked with her father, a long veil covers her face completely.

Blushing Bride Intro; When nineteen year old Georgia Marcelli walks down the aisle, she steps into a marriage arranged by power, not love. But behind her virgin innocence lies a dangerous craving to be seen, owned, and devoured and no one sees her quite like Massimo De Luca. He’s a thirty-three year old ruthless and obsessively controlled self-made billionaire with a name that turns heads and a stare that undresses her soul. The moment she becomes his wife, he makes one thing clear:

It was bizarre, to say the least. The old me would've thought his gesture meant that I mattered to him, at least in some way. Now, I wouldn't even hire him to be the opening act for a cheap circus with abused animals. Zachary strode back to me and clamped a hand around my chin. He held up his phone with his other hand and pointed its camera at my face. "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 dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.