Mystery Bride's Revenge Novels & Stories

"The bride was betrayed by her groom on her wedding day. He didn't show up. In years, she went looking for him. She finally found him outside his house. He said he had cold feet. That wasn't all. He was also in love with her sister. In fact, he and her sister had sex the night before. The bride couldn't believe it. She felt betrayed. She cried as she hit his chest. She begged him. She cried to him, pleading with him but he refused. She hit him repeatedly again. In order to defend himself, he pushed her off him a bit. She stumbled back on her heels and fell towards the road. Just then, a huge truck passed with speed. It hit her instantly. She died..... In her wedding dress. The dress was fill

Scarlett then noticed both her attire and her mother's turned into old grey gowns with white bonnets over their heads. "Where are we?" She asked her mother, a breeze blowing over their gowns. "Home. Pastonville, 1699." _______________________________________________ No one would stand absolutely NO CHANCE in taking on the Crimson Bride. Zayne knew that. An untamed she-beast until one who takes her blood controls her. The power from her reawakening was so immense, that he could still feel it even if he went out of state. The scent from her was incredible, warm caramel invading his nostrils. His taste buds tinkled and his anticipation kept his stomach twisting into knots and twists. He knew wh

When we reached her house, I got out first and opened the door for her. “Nice meeting you again, Kyran. See you at the wedding,” she said sweetly—and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I blinked. What? “See you at the wedding too…” I muttered, confused. I stood there, watching her disappear into the house. That small kiss on the cheek? It wasn’t romantic. It was calculated. Like she was following some kind of script. This woman… is a puzzle. And I intend to solve her…

The creaking sound of the door opening increased the tightness of her fist around the gun, the door opened slowly, and for a second Elora thought, " This should be the moment I'm most blinded by rage, the moment I take my revenge with the utmost fury, but excitement is seething through my veins; I must have gone crazy, or maybe I'm not; maybe this is how it feels when the fury is too much." The door finally opens widely revealing the gorgeous bride. All heads turned towards the door and they all gasped at the sight.

the priest calls out “You may now kiss your bride” My heart races in my chest as Alexander moves closer, his face hovers over mine, his breath touching my face, his lips hang over mine, and slowly like a feather, they touch mine, I can almost feel the blood in my veins burst, his lips mesh with mine, and like a stronghold they unite, soft, wet and possessing. His fingers grab my waist pulling me closer, the cough from the priests separates us. “You can get the marriage certificate from the desk out front, thank you” he nods at us.

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.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

she sighed "at least he tried, not until Hunter came. I was scared maybe he was here for revenge, he wanted to revenge his father's death on you " "What was her name? " "Laurie" she answered. "I just hope this marriage is a one year thing like he said, I don't want you to go through the same thing as me " "What do you mean? " I ask confused. "He didn't tell you? " "Who and what did he not tell me that I should know " "Hunter has taken over his fathers Mafia and also it's the strongest in the American Mafia " Okay that send me off my seat, as i stand up like something bite my butt.

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

She bit the inside of her cheek. He always noticed. That annoyed her sometimes. Right now, it made things worse. Because she didn’t even know how to explain what she was feeling. Jealousy? Fear? Insecurity? All of it sounded stupid in her own head. Selena was the original bride. That fact alone was enough to make Aria feel uneasy. And now Selena was back. Back in the house. Back near Adrian. Back smiling like she belonged there. Aria suddenly felt sick. She turned her face toward the window again.