Naughty Bride Novels & Stories

She might have started off as my wrong bride but she is definitely the correct bride for me. Please vote and leave your comments and suggestions in the comment section below. Don't forget to share this story and don't forget to FOLLOW ME also! Love You All!!!

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."

Noah watched as Alexander walked Serena down the aisle. She was wearing a floor-length white gown that hugged her curves. Her hair was tied up into an elegant updo which was decorated with flowers. She looked radiant and beautiful. Just like an angel. His beautiful nightmare, Noah thought. "You better not think about making a scene," Alex leaned forward and whispered in his ear after making Noah hold her hands. He wouldn't dare. They exchanged vows which were empty and meaningless to him. His uncle was sitting at the front row, looking at him with eyes full of sadness. He couldn't come up with any solution against Alexander Wolf. Surprise surprise.

Astrid caught Irene’s gaze and followed it to Stefan, her fists clenching under the table. “Then it’s settled,” the patriarch said, raising his glass. ***** On the wedding day, Irene sat quietly as makeup artists and stylists surrounded her. The white wedding gown shimmered like moonlight. Her hair was pinned up elegantly, and sparkling accessories adorned her ears and wrist. The makeup artist adjusted her veil. “Your mother must be so proud of you.” Those words broke something inside her. She thought back to the conversation with her mom when she was little. Her mother had described the perfect wedding—how her daughter would wear white, walk down the aisle with her head held high, and marry

He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine. Beside him sat his young bride, beautiful yet fear was written all over her. She looked close to my age, maybe younger, with porcelain skin and downcast eyes, the kind of beauty that came with such weird silence. As Cristiano greeted them, Ronald grinned and leaned forward to shake my hand, his fingers cool and dry. “Ah, the new Morano bride,” he mused, his tone dripping with amusement as his gaze lingered. “Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.”

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

Or maybe that was his own pulse finally spiking. He leaned closer, close enough to smell her perfume. Different now, something floral and innocent that made him want to corrupt it with his touch. "How have you been, my runaway bride?" The words were barely a whisper, but they made her gasp like he'd shouted them. Her gaze darted frantically around the bookstore. Looking for escape routes, for help, for her father's watchdogs who thought they were protecting her from shadows when the real danger wore expensive Gucci leather jacket and smiled like sin.

In the morning, Nina gets dressed, picks up the skirt of the bridesmaid, takes the taxi and rushes to Sunny's house. The wedding of Sunny cost a lot of money, even thousands of dollars for each bridesmaid's skirt, which has complicated lace, tiny pearl buttons, and long hemline. It's not easy to walk in this dress. Nina can't wear it on her own, and she can only wear it with help. When Nina arrives at Sunny's home, Sunny has just finished her grooming and is discussing her makeup with the dresser. Seeing Nina coming, Sunny hurriedly beckons her over, "Nina, I have a bad news for you. You've got to hold on!" Nina has a bad premonition, "What news?"