Naughty Bride Novels & Stories

Scarlett LEANED AGAINST the back wall of the barn and watched the bride spin around the dance floor. Benji's parody song of the B52's Love Shack played through the speakers. The day was almost over. She couldn't believe how many times they'd had a near disaster, starting with the surprise flower arch the bride had thrown at her first thing in the morning. Scarlett had realized too late this bride's methods, how she'd manipulated Scarlett into going above, beyond and farther than was reasonable.

“I know that this is all an affront to your feminist sensibilities, but for the purposes of this deal I’m your boss. You will do as I say. You will sign the prenup, and you will meet with the wedding coordinator tomorrow morning to choose your wedding dress.” Lila. Everything in me raged out of control. My hormones were still on red alert from the kiss, and my temper had just about reached its breaking point. I sucked in a calming breath. This was where years of training kicked in. Where I played the game. This was business. You fought the battles you could win, not the ones you were destined to lose. “And will you be attending this bridal gown extravaganza?” I asked “Absolutely not. It’s ba

he said, his voice laced with amusement. “You’ve spoiled her rotten,” I snorted, and he leaned in to kiss me again. “My house, my rules,” he drawled, and I grinned, kissing him back. …. And With This, We Draw The Curtain!!! Now, sit tight, my loves. Rue’s story is coming right up. I’m sure you’d love it. Here’s the blurb: “Twenty-five years old Rue Cross is carrying the weight of being the mafia princess of the Cross empire. To prove herself, she takes a powerful position inside Bellator Crux Group, the family’s multinational front. But she has a secret: someone’s been watching her.

I thought everyone in the city knew what I looked like. I leaned in, pressing the cold edge of my blade just enough to scare her. The Vale would definitely start a war if I ended up killing their daughter before the marriage even happened. I felt her pulse pounding beneath the steel, but she didn’t flinch. A brave little bunny, hm? “Funny,” I whispered, inhaling her disgustingly sweet scent. “You talk like you’re in charge. Well, bunny. You’re not.” “Oh?” Her elbow slammed into my ribs hard enough, making me grunt.

They exchanged a look, and both of them saw the same panic reflected in the other's eyes. So they had known about Christine's ridiculous stunt all along. They had simply chosen to cover for her. My father frowned deeply as he looked at me with concern. I gave my parents a reassuring glance, silently telling them not to worry. Then, under the uncertain stares of everyone in the room, I reached out and pulled the mask off Haylee's face. "Oh my god! The bride isn't Christine!" "Then where's the real bride?!" Christine's father was the first to react.

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

Third Person's POV: "Does any of this even make sense?" Mason vented his frustration to his younger sister, Anna. "Out of the thousands of girls who admire me, Mom had to choose one of the least attractive ones as my bride? Even our housemaids are more captivating than that girl."

in the most superior way possible, before instructing one of the other maids to stage me at the top of the stairs to be presented to Daniel and his family, like some kind of fucking show pony or something. I am then led to the top of the main stairs and the head maid places herself to my right as she takes my arm. I can hear music playing as I was being announced to the room by someone else. The head maid began to lead me down the stairs in a most dignified way. I didn't know what else to do, so I just tried to follow along as she led me down in perfect time to the music. Everyone gasped and ogled at me as I descended the stairs as elegantly as I could, but It still just feels like a death m

“No, just some drunk, oblivious girl who thinks everyone wants her. There’re many of that kind of woman in this town. Mine, on the other hand, is completely opposite of that. She’s kind, generous and very intelligent.” “Luck is on your side. My bride resembles a robot. She just goes through the motions and bends over backward to impress me.” And he starts it up again. “This bride of yours sounds to be quite an equal to you. Not to mention, I have an impression that she keeps you on your toes.” “We’re more similar than you can imagine and even though she’s perfect in so many ways, we have our arguments.”

I’ve been accustomed to the dark my entire life, but something tells me that today’s going to be very different if I still see the dark after I open my eyes. “Hurry,” Naomi said as I walked out of the bathroom. She held onto my wrist and dragged me to the hair and make-up room. “Here’s our beautiful bride,” Naomi said. “I’ll leave her to your hands while I see what the groom is up to.” “Sure, miss Naomi,” the make-up artist said. “Wow, you weren’t lying when you said she was beautiful.” “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? Well, I best be going now.”