Novel & Cerita My Bride Is A Mermaid Fanfiction

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

I was a runaway mermaid princess. To break the curse on a pirate captain's two sons, I sacrificed my radiant tail and the voice I treasured above all to a witch. I was left crippled and confined to a wheelchair, and whenever I opened my mouth, my voice came out in an ugly, breathy rasp. But they swore that one of them would marry me and the other would guard me for the rest of my life. Then, during a clash at sea, they rescued a human woman and kept her aboard as a maid. From that day on, everything changed. They were both addicted to the maid's body and could not tear themselves away from her. The younger one said, "You're so beautiful. Far more beautiful than Heloise, that fish with no leg

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

I bet they're also visible on my forehead. "You feeling alright?" Narth asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah," I muttered. "Maybe we should go back to the plan and--" "Any moment now she will walk towards me and all I have to do is burry the sharp end of the dagger in her chest," I grunted. Narth backed away and just as I raise my head, the huge doors in front opened, revealing my lovely bride. My jaw dropped at her beauty. She never fails to leave me wanting to freeze time but a thought would jump right at it; she is not Clairra.

"Yes. I'm ready." Calliope responded, placing her hand in his. Electricity seemed to spark between them as before, eliciting a silent gasp from the young Princess who looked up instantly to meet his own knowing gaze. He seemed outwardly unperturbed by the connection that had zapped through them but inwardly, he understood and confirmed what he already knew. She was most definitely his mate. There were no more, non-existent doubts. After a silent bow from Lucien that was returned by the women present, the King of Natus led his bride away from the backyard of the Wysteria Estate and towards the forest where the portal that would take them straight to his Kingdom was still open.

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

and a note. I stared at the image. Seraphina. Not Alexa. Not the version I was grooming to trust me. She was the version he'd owned first. She was asleep in his bed. His sheets tangled were tangled around her body, her shoulders bare. She was vulnerable in the way only someone who felt safe can be. Vincent had taken this when she was still his. The note read: "Your bride used to moan my name in her sleep. She will return to her place soon enough."

Seraphina Vale had always imagined her wedding day would smell like roses. Instead, it smelled like fear. The veil over her face blurred the world into a hazy dream as she stood alone in the small side room of the cathedral, fingers clenched so tightly around her bouquet that her knuckles ached. Outside, the organ swelled, people murmured, and somewhere beyond the doors the mafia world gathered to watch her marry one of its most dangerous kings. Damian Blackwell. Her fiancé.

And with that, she lunged and landed right on top of me like a flipping pillow drop. "You are so cute, you know that, sweetheart?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin and her voice way too flirty for someone about to break bones. I blinked up at her, face twisted in pure disbelief. Was this a battle or a seduction gone wrong? “What the hell are you doing, fishbrain?” I muttered, brows furrowing as her eyes lit up with excitement. This mermaid was cracked in the head, I swear. “Can you show me that crazy power of yours?” she purred, tilting her head, curls bouncing like she was posing for a shampoo ad. “I'm really looking forward to it, sweetheart.”