Naughty Bride Novels & Stories

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.

Nina sat on the bed in her bridal gown with a blissful smile. She couldn't believe it—Lloyd had actually agreed to marry her. It was a dream she'd had since childhood, and now that it had come true, she was overwhelmed with happiness. Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang. Lloyd stumbled in, reeking of alcohol. His gaze fell on Nina, who was sitting on the bed, but in his intoxicated state, he did not see Nina, but Jade, the woman he loathed.

"The young bride, the beautiful and talented Sian Saunders nee Claiborne herself, hails from another prominent business family of notable mention, the Claibornes of Claiborne Inc." "With these two coming together in wedded bliss, I for one am more than excited to see what this new generation has in store for us. Stay tuned later for an exclusive interview with the bride and groom..." I turned off the TV and flung the remote across the bedroom, slamming it into the wall. My pulse raced and my breathing escalated as fury swept through the blood in my veins.

“Is this why you haven’t visited me and your daughter for two weeks? Is this why you’ve been hiding us away?” “Woman, what the fuck are you talking about?!” Jude gritted out as the church dissolved into chaos. Camera flashes began to fly around. I had forgotten to mention — this was a high-society wedding. A wedding big enough to shake the entire city. And here I was, an insignificant nobody, crashing it for money. The bride tsked in disgust. “You are a monster. You’re even denying the mother of your child!” With a swift motion, the bride raised her hand and slapped Jude hard across the face.

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.

Didi’s mother, Ruth, scowled from the sidelines, glaring daggers, but Vera didn’t flinch. The press went wild. Cameras clicked, capturing every sharp glance, every small tremor, every forced smile. Vera pulled back, leaving Didi visibly shaken. “An applause for the bride, please,” Vera said sweetly, voice carrying across the room. Claps erupted immediately, polite at first, then swelling as everyone tried to capture the moment. Vera winked at Didi—and at Charles—deliberately, a small spark of mischief in her eyes. Didi’s lips twitched, attempting a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Charles’ knuckles whitened around his side.

Liam knelt between Chloe’s legs and started eating her out, making the bridesmaid moan into Ava’s mouth. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex , skin slapping skin, moans, and filthy encouragement. “Such a naughty bride,” Marcus growled, pounding into Ava harder. “Getting fucked by all your fiancé’s best friends three hours before you walk down the aisle.” Ava moaned around Noah’s cock. “I can’t help it… it feels too good…” Chloe pulled back from the kiss, her lips shiny. “You should see how pretty you look right now , wedding dress all messed up, cum already dripping down your thighs.”

It was tomorrow. My wedding. I stood at the centre of the room with my wedding gown on, barely breathing. It didn’t feel real. Valerio had ordered it days ago from India, and now it clung to my body like it had always belonged to me…light ivory, soft silk, a veil so long it trailed behind me like a river. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen, Miss Althea,” Rose, the maid helping me, whispered.