Novel & Cerita My Mute Bride

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.

"You are such a selfish, arrogant and rude personDon't you have a heart???. No one's gonna love or marry a person like you." "Why don't you look at yourself first before judging another person???, You are a stupid and rufey lady who don't know how to speak to people, First learn how to speak I would never marry a person like you and even if you were the last person left on earth I would never marry you." Suddenly two guards headed towards me, I left his hand because I didn't want any trouble. If I get into any trouble my step mother would take advantage of it. So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger.

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

She turned to Arah, grinning with a glint of madness in her red eyes, her hand raised ominously, just as she had done before. Fear gripped Arah’s throat as she struggled to get a clear view of Mabel, now forced to stand in front of the podium, facing her. Mabel tried to run, but a bride’s sharp nail dug into the side of her neck, freezing her in place. Mabel trembled, tears streaming down her face, her eyes pleading silently with Arah. Their friends were screaming from the back, and as the vampire bride leaned in, baring her fangs, Arah’s vision blurred. She swept her hands through the air, a fierce blast of wind tearing through the space, scattering the puppet guards like leaves.

Others whispered behind their hands. One girl even nudged her friend and murmured something that made both of them glance at me with pity or maybe amusement. But I kept walking inside the venue. My head high, with my dignity intact. If they expected me to run away embarrassed, they were going to be disappointed. Eventually I spotted the bride and groom near the stage. Murphy looked stunning in a white satin gown, her hair cascading down her shoulders. Kit stood beside her in a charcoal suit, smiling politely at guests who came forward to congratulate them.

Who then gave them that impression that the runaway bride latter came back? Rohan? No! Rohan only instructed his assistant to get a wedding gown that has a heavy vile, which eventually covered the face of the bride, the body features of the two girls were almost the same only their faces were different. So the congregant in the church auditorium including Madam Hamati got the impression by themselves or from the social media that the bride latter came back. Madam Vivian Hamati was not only confused because of the apparent change in bride, but was also confused because to her ‘the young woman looked so much like madam Julia Bon-Hwa’ she was thinking this in her heart.

“And you Madison Wilhenberg, do you take Gavin Morgan to be your husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will love him and honor him all the days of his life, till death do you apart? " I blankly stare at the priest. Is he waiting for my response? Ahhh, why are they staring at me? Even this pretty faced like mannequin guy is looking at me. Stop glaring, will you? The priest tilts his head as I look back at him. The words that escape my mouth make the man standing in front of me staring as if nothing happened. “I… Do I?” End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!”

"Can you listen for a second? I'll tell you why the bride is not Clarice. First, her name is Charice Evans. If she is indeed Clarice do you think she will stay silent and not take revenge on us? Her husband is the leader of a powerful rogue pack. They could easily wage war against our pack or hire snipers to kill us. But she didn't do that. And last but not least, they invited us to attend the wedding. If she was Clarice she would never have invited us. Do you understand now?" "I understand, but I can't help it. I'm still bothered by her voice," Aurelia said anxiously. "Stop worrying so much. Let's just enjoy the party," Kaspar said casually. "I'm not planning to ruin my awesome experience t

Master Andrew didn't notice her up until now but soon standing in front of him she finally gained his attention when he recognised her very familiar scent around him. His talk halted as master Andrew moved his eyes on his wife standing only 2 steps away from him with her head hung low in silent nervousness? His eyes didn't softened but surely calmed a bit. His head rose up a bit as master stared at his bride obviously welcoming her gorgeous presence. Breath taking. Moving his fingers up and down master gestured to erase else's presence from there while he kept busying himself still eyeing his bride in a whole manner. Obeying, both the man and the young server bowed to him before leaving the

Soon those pleasant images will become constant and truthfully, I can’t wait. Gripping her shoes that she left behind, I arrive at her house before her. My feet begin to pace, wasting time until she arrives. With a few unnecessary deep breaths in efforts to remain composed, I practice my speech. “Charlie, my name is Maxwell Barnett and…and I want you as my vampire bride.” My hands pound at my skull at such absurd words. “What the hell are you thinking?” I argue with myself.