Me A Bride Shut Up Novels & Stories

"And I'm missing a bride." "..."

“Does that mean she is your mate? And should we expect a wedding?” “No and No.” He denies within a heartbeat, staring straight into the camera lens as if trying to make sure that I heard him loud and clear. I did. And I’m shattered. Just like me, the journalists have gone silent with shock and disbelief. Only the clicking sound of cameras and flashes can be heard from the TV. “The sixth bride might have broken the curse, but she is not my mate.” He adds and the human silence ensues for a short while.

The bride was still silent and stationary, sitting silently on the bed, with her quietness and quietude. “But for tonight, sorry, Xiu Mei... Really and really sorry, Xiu Mei... It’s me who’ll grab and take away your virginity, purity, and originality, not that General Lie Jun Xiong of yours... It’s me who’ll enjoy your beauty, hotness as well as your sexiness tonight, not that shit and bad ass General Lie Jun Xiong...” The bride was still patient within her quietness as well as quietude.

As I watched her laughing and chatting with everyone, I tightened my grip on my phone and smiled to myself. This show was about to get really interesting. …… Soon, it was time for the bride and groom to exchange rings. A slideshow of their happy photos played on the big screen. People around kept praising their ‘faithful love,’ and I just wanted to throw up. Just as they were about to kiss, I knew it was my moment. “Wait!” The room fell silent, and Megan shot me a venomous look, her eyes daring me to say another word.

Brielle chuckled. "What do you mean? Why are you having that look on your face?" Angelica asked looking at her. "The wedding can't happen without the bride right." Brielle stated. "How? Stop talking in riddles, what do you mean?" Angelica anxiously asked. Brielle came closer to her. "I have locked Sophie in her room and removed the bride tag on the door then replaced it on another door, without the bride, the wedding won't happen, then, I will still get another chance to be with my Asher." Brielle explained but Angelica widened her eyes.

From Marry You by Bruno Mars to mellow songs like Marry Your Daughter. Shey turned around, carrying her wine glass. She turned her back to the stage and focused on chatting with the clan of red wolves surrounding her. "Hey! When the bride and groom throw the flowers, you have to push me towards the flowers!" Shey exclaimed with a grin. Suddenly, the girl winced as someone pinched the top of her head. "Insolence!" protested Shey. "Why do you want the flower? Who do you want to marry, huh?" scolded Thomas.

Chapter 52: Interruptions As I stood at the entrance of the aisle, my heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. My mother, her arm linked with mine, guided me forward, her reassuring presence grounding me amidst the whirlwind of emotions. A soft music began to fill the air, signaling the start of my walk down the aisle. As I walked, I stole a glance at Gabby, radiant in her wedding gown, being escorted by her father. Seeing her by my side eased the knots of anxiety in my stomach, her smile offering me solace and strength.

Carter looked at his mate a moment and then back to the man who had yet to introduce himself. The man ignored Carter, his bushy eyebrows bunching together as he stared at Kylan. “You’re her? You’re not quite what we expected,” he kept staring at the white streak that was forming in her hair. She self-consciously tucked it behind her ear as she nodded. “What, cat got your tongue, girl?” Rapidly, she shook her head, motioning to her mouth as if to say she couldn’t speak.

They are not the best but I still love them both dearly. Father held out his arm and I entwined mine with his. Isabella handed me my bouquet of white lilies then we walked through the double doors and into the chapel. I fidget and almost skip a step at the flashes of camera that came over us all at once. Father must have sensed this as he bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear the organist play Here comes the bride. "It only gets awkward at first. Try to smile and you'll be fine" he said.

Elisa said, her voice rising now, “and you can’t make me. You can send your apologies to Stefano Bellucci. The bride isn’t attending.” She stood sharply, her chair scraping across the floor with a screech. Her mother flinched. She turned to walk out, But her father’s voice, low and dangerous, stopped her in her tracks. “If you walk out that door, I’ll throw you into the street. And don’t expect me to open it for you again.” Elisa stopped.