Promises Bridal Novels & Stories

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

“Uncle.” Richard’s expression didn’t flicker. “How about I tell you a story?” He said smoothly. “A princess and a very strong dragon.” “Really!!” Her eyes lit up instantly. “That will be later though.” Richard said, holding up one finger. “I have a few things to take care of first. But tomorrow you have my full attention. Do we have an agreement?” “Hmm. Okay.” She pointed at him. “But you promised.” “I promised.” He held out his pinky.

"The wedding is a week-long event at his family's private estate in Aspen. Chateau Reed. Very exclusive. And guess what? I'm making you my maid of honor! I need someone reliable to manage the itinerary, and you're so good at organizing things. Plus, Dominic's groomsmen are all single tech millionaires. Maybe you can finally find someone to take you out of that depressing apartment." I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached. "Clara, you know exactly what he did to me. You sat on my bed while I cried for three weeks straight!" "Oh, sweetie, don't be so dramatic," she sighed, her tone melting like sugar in hot tea. "That was a whole year ago. Get over it. Oh, and by the way, the dress code for

I had made fun of her telling her she must think she was going to prom. Leaving the nail shop I called the guy that did all of our tattoos, he said he would fit us in if we hurried up there. Brooke and I were no stranger to tattoos, we both had a couple between us. Sam's shop was always busy, and when we pulled up I was amazed at the people that sat in their waiting. Brooke went first, Sam freehanded everything he did so it didn't take long for him to finish her up.

he said " I want you to promise me that you will treat this marriage with respect..you will be sincere with this marriage..I know you don't like me..even I don't..but Marriage is not a fun thing.. when two person got tied in knot of marriage they should be responsible for each other... I want you to promise me this"...I said.. He looked at me for sometime..and said.. " I promise you that I will be sincere with this marriage..I will be responsible for you in future...so now are Ms. Williams are you ready to be mine"...

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

My jaw dropped upon seeing it, shocked that he still gave that to me. "This is not an engagement ring, but a promise ring," he whispered from behind me and raised my left hand before he brought it to his lips. Our eyes met before his gaze softened. "This is a promise that it will only be you as the only woman and my mate in my heart, Dominixe." He made me turn at him while I couldn't utter a word. "I promise I shall give you the most expensive engagement and wedding rings—a rare diamond, if you want. And I promise always to find you no matter where I am. Even if I am facing death." My eyes were getting misty. "Val..." I bit my lower lip when he cupped my face.

Fedora had never envisioned herself in the wedding business, but Bridal Fix was not a typical wedding company. There were no flower arrangements, no giddy brides dreaming of their big day, no childhood fairytales being fulfilled. Instead, Bridal Fix operated in a world of necessity, where marriage was a tool, a strategy, an answer to problems that money alone could not solve.

“They’re not examining Sophia tomorrow. Riccardo plans to switch the girls. Sareena’s being hidden and only a few people know she’s back.” His eyes narrow. “She took a ‘Voto Di Castità’ at her Confirmation. Do you know what that is?” I whisper. “She wears the ‘Anello Di Promessa Di Castità’ on her thumb. That vow? It means nothing goes inside her. Not even tampons. Not until she’s married before God.” Damian stiffens, choking slightly on his coffee.