Naughty Bride Novels & Stories

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

I want to cherish her. However, I did not want to take any advantage of her until she was at the right age. When I saw her for the second time in church on our wedding day, my breath got hitched looking at her smooth skin and flawless beauty. She was the epitome of God’s angel. But again, she was an innocent kid. When the priest asked me to kiss my bride, I could see the nervousness on her face and her body. So, I controlled my desire and avoided kissing her, but that made me irritated and annoyed. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss those panels once.

Breathing heavily, she crawled up from the ground and walked inside the house. Inside the room, the bride was already dressed in a snow-white wedding dress. She was shy as she faced the mirror, unable to hide the happiness on her face. But in Lauren Serrano 's eyes, it was extremely dazzling. A brick appeared in Lauren Serrano 's hand. She threw it with a bang at the back of the bride's neck, crisp and clean — "En!" The bride groaned before collapsing limply to the ground. She had fainted.

~~~~~ Wedding Hotel ~~~~~ Hall 2 The sound of aggressive heels clicking on the tiled floor conveyed the bride's wrath as she walked in her bridal gown. As she paddled across the hallway, a strong fire could be seen burning in her eyes, causing her face to contort into a grimace. Her lovely red hair, which had formerly been arranged into a gorgeous bun with jewelry, was tangled and disheveled behind her as she matched the veil that was dangling at the tip with barely a pin. She wasn't the naive woman from a few hours earlier; as she moved through different rooms, her eyes glinted dangerously. Her fairy stories were destroyed, and all of her hopes were crushed, about love was all reduced to sh

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

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The bridesmaids, Naina, Kristy, Aneesa, and Riya, couldn't resist the opportunity to add a touch of mischief to the festivities. Naina, known for her mischievous nature, devised a plan to surprise Ameera. With a sly grin, she tiptoed towards the bowl of turmeric paste and gently smeared a small dab on the tip of Ameera's nose, quickly stepping back with a mischievous giggle. Ameera, unsuspecting, touched her nose and felt the wetness. She looked around, puzzled, and noticed Naina's cheeky expression. Understanding the game, Ameera retaliated with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

God, what should I do? Strong fear is taking control of my body, wobbling my legs. This whole situation is frightening me to death. "What's your name?" She asks. "Sanaya. You don't even know my name and you are asking me to be a replaced bride for you." Samara hisses, "I remember you by your face. I know you are a new cook of Hobsons, that's why I'm asking you to do this for me because no one can even think in their dream that you could be a bride behind the veil, I told you, trust my plan. Nothing will go wrong."

"Yes, Madam?" "Find me a dress. Not blue. Not black. Something that looks like it was woven from the debts of every man in that boardroom. And call the hotel." "What shall I tell them?" I looked at Damien, and for the first time, the "Unwanted Bride" gave way to the Vane Heir. "Tell them the owner is coming home. And tell them to make sure the lobby is spotless. I’ll know if they missed a speck of dust."