Male Bride Novels & Stories

Her tone shifted slightly, curiosity mixing with concern. My shoulders tensed as memories of that night surfaced. I hesitated, unsure how much to tell her. Knowing her temper, if I said too much, she might storm off immediately and confront my stepmother herself. So, I kept it simple. “I got married,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You could call it a shotgun wedding.” Her reaction was instant. “Married?” she repeated, her expression turning serious. “Arianna, aren’t you too young for that? I hope he’s not taking advantage of you.”

For a moment, I worried that he didn’t like the food. But then, he straightened his back and looked at my dad. My stomach tightened. I had a feeling something big was coming. "Sir," Adrian said, his voice a little too loud for the calm dining room. "I... I'm going to marry Rue." I choked on my water, my eyes going wide. Mum gasped and grabbed my hand. Dad froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. "Excuse me?" My dad said, his voice calm, but there was ice underneath.

"Carlo, I just knew you'd treat me better than anyone!" With that, everyone's gaze toward me grew even more disdainful. "For the wedding, Carlo even had the airline arrange two exclusive direct flights for us. But in the end, the bride won't be on board." "What's the big deal? Giada is only marrying him to secure a family alliance. Forget the other flights—she'd walk there if she had to." The air around me was thick with mockery. Meanwhile, Carlo's gaze remained entirely on Adriana. He didn't hear a word I said. In the end, I was nothing more than someone watching from the sidelines.

“I love you. I’ll meet you at the altar.” “I love you too.” Salvatore rushed back to the groom’s suite and found his father, Martin, and Aiden waiting for him with a young woman. She was wearing a sleek, black gown with a high neckline and holding a slim tablet in the crook of her elbow. “They’re ready for you, Mr. Bradford,” the young woman addressed him. Salvatore and the other gentlemen followed her to the places they were directed, and his dad stepped up beside him with a hearty clap on his back. “Son, I can’t tell you how much I’ve prayed for this day.”

Nobody warned me that a wedding could feel like a business meeting. There was no music when we walked in. Damien had decided against it. It was too performative he said, for something that was already a performance. So we walked down the aisle of a room that had been arranged for a hundred and twelve guests, with only seven people in attendance: his lawyer, two board members from the Zhao family, Marcus, Vivienne's mother who still hadn't fully processed what was happening, and a registrar who kept looking between us like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

Josh, his best man urged him to do so to no avail--he just couldn't understand--while Ken simply promised to support him whenever his body decided to turn against him as side effect. Marley tried several times to steal a peek at his bride but her mum wouldn't let him, in fact, she warned him it was bad luck to do so. So, he had to bear with the suspense until now that she walked down the aisle of St. Martin's Cathedral looking enticingly gorgeous, Stunning, in her white tiny diamond glittering wedding robe. She took corresponding steps to the piano's melody with Neville's left arm engulfed in her right arm.

The only one who made me want to be more than my father’s son. My phone buzzes on the glass table. An invitation. Digital, elegant, gold script on black. Ethan Pierce & Marlene Blackwood request the honor of your presence… A wedding. Three years in the making. They didn’t rush. Built something real instead, Ethan’s tech company exploding, Marlene dominating the dance world again, judging international competitions, launching her own foundation. Power couple. Untouchable. Happy. And at the bottom, in smaller script: Chief Bridesmaid: Ruby Michaelson

The day I caught Joel Kemper in bed with another woman, she slashed up her own face. Joel pulled her tightly into his arms, refusing to let me see her no matter how hysterical I got. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at me. "This is all my fault, Valerie. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I'm begging you. Don't go after her." After that day, Joel gave up every shred of privacy. He handed over his phone every day and even installed hidden cameras throughout his car. If a female patient so much as texted him, I would question him over and over, and he never once complained. He went along with everything, asking only that I take him back. Then, three days before our we

I ought to never admire him again. “Miss Wills, let's go.” It was Martin. I smiled a little and nodded my head. I walked with my chin held high. Looking at the peaceful venue of my own wedding made me look at the floor. I wanted to be strong today. I need to! In the series I've watched, the bride was in her best gown, but what caught my sight was the beautiful thing she wore on her face, and that was her genuine and joyful smile. She must be so happy marrying the man she likes, and of course—having a wedding inside the church where she invited all her friends and family.