Marrybell Mel Britannia Novels & Stories

Change is inevitable, now they actually let the females become of the right age and tag it a contract marriage instead of using the word “selling off” Bella is just twenty five, small in size, about 170m tall. She has pretty brown eyes, full lips, full eyelashes that casts a shadow on the bridge of her nose whenever she closes her eyes. A pretty prominent nose, a nice jawline, she is gorgeous and it’s no surprise that she gets hit on countless times but neglects the attention. She got married three years ago, when she was twenty two. Seated around the couch, with her family and her husband's family, discussing the purpose of their marriage.

The dress was big ball gown, pale yellow,it veil placed by the top of the mannequin, it was covered in net, and it was a beautiful dress any girl could wish for, but I felt sour when I saw it,this is not how I planned my life, this is not how I wanted my wedding to be. “Milady, you have to put it on,”The stremtress reminded me. I nodded and stood up to try it out. “Ahhhhhh! “I heard a loud scream and I shuddered. “What is that? “I asked no one in particular. “His Majesty is punishing some disobedient subject, it none of our business, you should try your dress”The stremtress replied as if she wasn't bothered by the scream. Since Prince Edward got in charge, he started to abuse his power even

Melissa was frozen, unable to move as her eyes remained on the man in front of her. Her breathing was getting laboured as she felt perspiration drip down her face. How had she not known all this while? The person who was getting married was Gabriel Marshal and now, she was about to become his bride, the man she detested, the man who had belittled her. She wished to never see him again, but here she was wearing a wedding dress. Melissa reflexively took a step back and the man beside her, Mr Reed nudged her arm lightly.

he laughed when he realized that. We were all surprised when Calianna stood up and approached Satianna, handing her the bouquet she was holding. "Hey! Why are you giving me this?" Satianna panicked, looking at the bouquet with a horrified expression. "I think you're the next one to get married, Miss Satin," Calianna said softly. "Oh, not yet, Cali. That's not on my mind yet," Satianna denied. Serge suddenly stood up again and approached Sage then pulled him upright, asking him to get the garter from

she fumed. “Jeez, why are you so cute when you’re mad?” Caspian was unfazed at Audrey’s frustration. His hand went to pinch her nose and she shook her head in response. “Caspian!” she groaned. “An engagement in a month and a wedding before the end of the year is too much too fast! How are we gonna make that happen?” “Relax, baby girl. I’ve got everything under control,” he said reassuringly. “You might’ve forgotten, but my last name is Vanderbilt. And do you know what that means?”

, she thanked me and I knew she hated hearing anything sexual that involved her brother. "Nat",Nolan called from the kitchen as I left Avery alone, and snuck into the kitchen as I saw Melody pouting. "Please please can I go out?", she asked and I looked at the time as it go closer to six. Her hair, was curled to the crisp and her lips had a soft shade of dewy red lipgloss. "Melly, where are you going looking like that", I said as I fake whistled and Mel looked so embarrassed.

Married to some old man who happened to come from old wealth too, sounded like a typical arranged marriage. Two kids. Resides in England, but visits during major holidays or events. Speaking of which, there's one coming up. Mr. Blackwood's sixtieth birthday party. Sounds boring. I flipped to the next profile. Rhea Blackwood. Dominic's stepsister. Twenty-three. Quite famous because of her long history of scandals. "Typical rich girl." I sighed, flipping to the next page. Gerald Blackwood. Dominic's father. Divorced.

Amelia was cut off by Damian. "My wife, you can go with her. I'll be waiting at one of the rooms" Damian said as he kissed Amelia on the head. "Ok," Amelia said. The lady escorted Amelia to a fitting room and started measuring her body. Amelia had good proportions. Sure, she was quite petite but she was blessed with finely shaped breasts and an hourglass figure.

he mocked playfully. "No, I am, for real! I was presented to proper Birmingham society when I was 18." She rolled her eyes. "I had the white dress, wrist corsage, the whole nine yards. Can you believe that?!" Bella shook her head. "Yep, I was supposed to marry some investment banker and pop out little trust fund babies." She took a bigger swig of wine. "No thank you. Not for me."

I warned, my tone serious. “Raine, still so full of yourself,” Marylee sneered. “Just so you know, my husband is currently working with the Royal Family of Ireland. Their connections go all the way up to the presidency. So, tell me!! how exactly do you plan to stop him?” “Marylee, please… just talk to him for me,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “I’ll give you my wedding jewelry. The one Queen Camilla the Fifth wore before her death. It belongs in a museum, and you know it.”