Me A Bride Shut Up Novels & Stories

Right before I opened my mouth and let them have it. "You sorry ass piece of monkey shit! Is this what I am in for? Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?" I shouted, catching them both completely off guard. "Let me let you in on a little secret, Buster… I don't want to marry you either!" I jumped up and screamed in his face.

I stood beside him and photos were being taken by everyone. He was saying. "You really want to kill me before the wedding Sweetheart. How can someone look so beautiful?? I think I am in a dream." I pinched him hard on his arm and he was "touch" And everyone started laughing. We sat down and then the ring ceremony started. But he stood up. I was looking at him stunned. Why was he getting up?? He turned around and as I saw his smile I was satisfied. He bend his knee and was now in front of me.

“Shut your mouth! The state of my marriage is none of your business, and it certainly isn’t up for public debate by outsiders. If you spread one more malicious lie about my wife, I will personally destroy you! “The only reason your heart is still beating today is because I’m showing leniency to your sister’s bloodline!” Dominic’s voice roared through the boardroom like thunder, striking absolute terror into the men and killing all chatter. He turned a lethal gaze toward the assembly to issue a final correction. “Let me make this perfectly clear to everyone in this room. My wife is—and always has been—Sienna Cross. If anyone else decides to peddle gossip or question her authority, you will an

"Oh jeez." Mirabel screamed aloud and then she shuts her mouth with her palm. "What happened Mira?" A woman asks her. She walked towards her when Mira didn't give a reply. She kept staring at the phone on her hand, her eyes wide opened in shock. "What the hell happened?" The woman asked her while dragging the phone from her. "Aunt, he actually sent her a text, a text!" She screamed again. Her Aunt shut her up with her palm and they both were staring at the bride who was standing at the alter waiting for her groom. The bride-wearing a ball silverly designed wedding gown, was waiting patiently for her groom.

My best friend, Ava Kingsley, was present as my assistant to help me ice the cake and make it ready for the wedding reception. "Three, two, one, go!" the MC squealed, and Jace held my right hand gently as he sliced the cake in two. Once we cut the cake, the audience erupted in applause for us, and I wanted to step away from Jace as I was still overwhelmed. At one point, it felt like I was the one getting married, but then I am not the real bride—Clara is. Jace wrapped his arms around my waist as the DJ changed the music to a love song for us. The MC invited Jace and me on stage once more to dance while the guests cheered us and brought numerous gifts and checks for us.

My breath lodged in my throat. “This is my bride,” he said. His voice carried over stone and steel, hard and unshaken. The word cut deeper than any blade. Bride. The crowd did not cheer. Some bowed out of habit, but most only stared, lips tight, eyes cold. Their silence cut sharper than any insult. Bride. The word tasted like ash in my mouth. I wanted to scream, to deny him before them all, to spit on the ground and remind every soul watching that I was no one’s queen.

her mind complained. She blinked when the man folded his lips to her ear and whispered, "Stay calm. They might know that something is bothering you or there's something about us, so if you don't want to be found out, you better collect yourself." She woke up and nodded in agreement. While they were marching, she held herself back from falling; her knees were weak when they reached the end. She was dazed until the ceremony ended. She only blinked when everyone started clapping and the ceremony was over, lost in thought as she stared at the man. He was smiling while talking to a male friend of his, Big Brother Maximo. She averted her gaze when he looked in her direction, and to make matters wo

"I'm gonna kill him!" The bride’s uncle was shouting obscenities, and fully putting the bridal party in the room on notice. Seeing Tippa crying in the arms of her aunt. Finally, interrupting her uncle’s rage, his wife tells him to talk to the officiator—the uncle storms out of the room. When the bridal suite realizes what’s going on, the room becomes filled with weeping bridesmaids, with J’anna trying to calm the disturbed party and family members. J’anna didn’t know what to say other than hold her dear friend. Things had gone dreadfully wrong.

I stared longer than I should’ve, trying to decode her silence, to dig beneath the surface. Whatever was happening today, it wasn’t just shaking the bride. It was tearing down everything that stood around her. "It’s been so long since I had a cock inside my cunt. I’m starving for it, almost dying for you to take me.” The voice from the speakers cut through the tension in the hall again, yanking everyone's attention toward the altae and the giant screen behind the would-be couple. All eyes shifted there. Hushed murmurs died down, replaced by a heavy silence. One thick with disbelief and anticipation.

He deserves happiness, and I don’t want to become who I am now. It’s the time to exchange vows. But little did anyone know this bride was mute. Fidgeting, holding my breath, my inside was trembling badly. How will I recite vows about him when I don’t know what to say? Ruben said something I was unaware of listening to because I indulged in embarrassment. Everyone clapped on his vows. I am sure he poured his heart out for Reile in those words. It was my turn. My hands were trembling, and I only wished the earth would open up, swallow me, and never spit me back.