Paper Brides Novels & Stories

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

Inside the limousine sat a bride. She was dressed in an elegant white wedding gown, her head resting against the window, and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She wasn't sleeping. She was dead. Lorrie slowly walked closer despite Lorenzo's warning. The moment she saw the woman's face, she gasped. The bride looked almost her age—beautiful, peaceful, as though she had simply fallen asleep. Around her neck hung a silver placard. Three words had been engraved into it: > **Contract Brides Die.**>

“You announced in front of everyone that I’m attending with you as your wife. I think I deserve to know what is really going on.” He held my gaze for a moment then leaned back slightly. “It’s my father’s birthday.” He said. “A corporate gathering. High profile. Investors, business allies, political connections. Every important person in the country and outside will be there.” “And you want to be there as your wife.” I said. “In front of all this people.” “Yes.” I pressed. “Why that specific event?” “Because it’s controlled.” He answered. “My father’s gala means his security, his guest list, his environment. If you’re introduced to that world there, it happens on my terms. In an environment I

"You can only go to the underworld to see her." Mom's smirk froze as Dad's expression turned grim. I floated behind Alex as I looked at his straight back, my heart aching. Mom's shock quickly faded as she commented disdainfully, "Ridiculous! To avoid going home for an arranged marriage and to get money from me, she even lied about her own death. She's really got some nerve!" Seeing how confident they were that I was lying, I only found it ridiculous. At the same time, it seemed only natural that they could not believe it. They only remembered me at this point in time to make me marry in Kelly's place.

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

Tapping the venue photos with my finger, I smoothly steered the conversation back on track. "Ms. Greenfield, why did you choose this place? As far as I know, this church isn't very popular in the wedding industry." Seeing that I wasn't pressing the issue, she visibly relaxed. A hint of pride crept into her voice. "My boyfriend chose it. He said he spent years looking for the perfect place to get married. He's always dreamed of holding his wedding there, with the woman he loves." She looked up at me, the smug satisfaction in her eyes impossible to miss.

My fiancé, Everett Prescott, spent five whole years designing my wedding dress, and it finally arrived today. Except I couldn't zip it up. It stayed wide open until my best friend, Sienna Hart, slipped into the dress perfectly. The fabric hugged her curves like a second skin. She turned to my fiancé with an exasperated sigh. "Everett, are you serious? You got Leah’s size wrong. Again." My blood ran cold. Over the five years Everett and I had been together, this wasn't the first time he'd conveniently forgotten my measurements. When he bought me pajamas that were a size too small, he just blinked, flashing that easy grin of his. "Oh, wait. I think this is Sienna's size, right? Let's j

In the center, curtains framed the altar pulled over to both sides to give the illusion that one was looking out a window into the pristine beach beyond. The guests wore pastel colors as the theme for the event. Albert and Austin wore a champagne-colored suit with white long-sleeves, while Maxime wore a halter turquoise-colored infinity dress and her son, Lucas, was wearing a suit that matched his father’s outfit. Maxime and Austin would stand as the best man and maid of honor, while their son Lucas would be the ring bearer. For their preparation, Ethan occupied the house they bought from the Scotts, while Athena checked in the hotel nearby. They were keeping up with the tradition of the bri

Parker. The bridesmaid entered first in the church matching the music rhythm and moving inside one at a time then followed by the page boys and then the flower girls who were dressed in a beautiful white lacy dress and looked and put a tiara on styled hair and beautiful flat shoes with silver socks and they were made up with glitter that made the appear and look like they were small angels. The page boys' suit was neat and they had the self-confidence that made them look handsome and fit for the job they were given to do. The church was decorated with flowers and the wall and the seat edges and balloons were hug and banners written happy double wedding in honor of our two lovely couples Ken

From extravagant galas to intimate gatherings, any celebration is possible with the finest international cuisine and beverage selection delivered with uncompromising quality and warm, attentive service. The room has delicate white florals, plenty of gold granules, light linens, and minimal decor. She walked past the visitor, consist only of Perci's parents and his Auntie J, the tailor. There is no bride's maid and best man. She finally reached the altar. The altar also relates to Soft white petals lined both sides of this aisle with red carpet. The colors anchored the white garden roses used in the altar's floral installations. At the end of the aisle, a guy standing in a white suit, dashing