Naughty Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

SOUNDTRACK: “Break Your Fall” by UNSECRET and Marc Scibilia. ***** ~ NATALIE ~ “This is stupid and… and indulgent and it doesn’t matter! I should never have agreed to this. It’s nothing but a dumb, human tradition and… it means nothing. I’m not doing it.” I stood in the bedroom that we’d made into a bridal suite—complete with three-way mirror—and folded my arms. I’d been staring at myself and all I could see were the imperfections. Tessa had done a beautiful job on my make up, but everything else just felt… sticky.

Girls gathered in the townhall and Arabella was watching them getting ready for the play. Jenny was still doing her makeup and the bridal gown was still on the hanger. "Jenny, can you get your ass hurry up a little... We are next and you are still doing makeup." Julie was annoyed. "Shut up, you are so annoying... I am the bride, I want to look royal." Jenny scowled while brushing her hair. Julie groaned frustrated. "Idiot, the bride is from the poor family and she is supposed to look poor in front of the prince. You are not supposed to wear makeup for that... You are changing the look of the play... Wash your makeup now!"

I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life. Something about this woman was… strange. There was an energy about her. A scent I couldn’t quite place. And I wasn’t sure I liked it. “The doctor said we should get to know each other before we decide anything,” she said awkwardly. I gestured to the chairs across from the desk and we both sat. I adjusted my tie. She fiddled with her nails. “What do you do for a living?” I asked. “I’m a waitress,” she said quickly. “In Brooklyn.”

“She’s mine.” Everyone froze. Even Ethan looked up from his drink. “Fifty million? You’re serious?” Denis asked. Lawrence’s lips curved faintly. “Completely.” The deal was sealed with a handshake; a cruel game between spoiled heirs who had never faced consequences. And Pearl Adams, the quiet girl in the red gown, had no idea she had just become the target of a bet that would ruin her life. The Trap The next few weeks passed quickly; parties, classes, photo shoots. Everywhere Pearl went, there were smiles and friendly faces.

Nova moaned loudly, her hips jerking forward. Ryan held her steady on his lap, his hard cock pressing against her ass through his pants. “That’s it. Let him taste you. But we’re not going to let you come yet.” His hands squeezed her breasts gently, thumbs circling her stiff nipples through the lace of her dress. “We want you aching when you walk down the aisle.” Marcus stood beside them, stroking Nova’s hair. “Look at you. The perfect bride, with your legs spread for your stepbrother and your husband’s best friends. Does it turn you on knowing how wrong this is?”

he spat, turning his back on me completely. Anya was still sobbing hysterically while Liam was staring away at the window, like he couldn’t bear the sight of me anymore. I was screaming and begging at the top of my lungs but no one bothered to help me as the maids dragged me away like I was a sacrificial lamb. When they opened the doors to the bridal suite, my eyes immediately landed on Anya’s wedding gown, which was a stunning, custom-made masterpiece covered in millions of dollars worth of crystals that was waiting to be worn.

He tilted my face up toward his with a touch so gentle it did not match anything else about him, and for one long second I forgot how to breathe. He was so close I could see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. I could see a thin pale scar running just under his lower lip. I could smell him. Something dark and clean. Smoke and pine and something else I did not have a name for. His thumb brushed across the corner of my mouth. "Look at you," he murmured. "Trembling like a leaf. Did no one ever tell you, little bride, that running only makes the wolf hungrier?"

I know that this is a sacred place but I am committing a sin inside this place, the moment that I put my eyes, not to my very own bride. My eyes followed her but I tried to stop, she turn me down that way. I am a man and I must not act this way. The day was just fine, clouds outside are clear as my feelings for Janine, kidding HAHA. F*ck her for making me feel this way, you want it that way then be it. I am Caspian Alexander Arevalo, women chase me and I do not, so let it stay that way. Petals were spread on the floor, every detail is flourished with a careful touch from our expensive parents. People gasped as the bride was finally walking down the aisle with her father.

It had been days since Marianne didn't hear from Nate and Felix. She thought that they give up on her and finally setting her free. "Finally! I'm free!" she shouted with joy as she strecthed her arms. "What happened? You seemed happy," Ethel narrowed her eyes while looking at her, but Marianne just give her a wide smile. Marianne maintained her broad smile and replied, "I haven't heard from Nate and Felix in days. I thought they'd given up on this whole charade and finally released me from this 'Bride for Rent' nonsense."

“What’s your name?” “Brittany, you can call me Bre” she responded. “Brittany, the bride hasn’t showed up and it’s 45 minutes to commence the ceremony, there’s paparazzi and media that are ready to embarrass Cole if something goes wrong” Brittany wondered why Naya was telling her all this, she was only here to do her job, she didn’t care about anything else. “You have a similar body type as Luna can you be the back up bride for us? Dress up and get your make up done, we’ll present you as the bride if she doesn’t show up” Naya said to her.