Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

"Now that you're married I'm sure you would want to put that version of you in the past, I get it. I respect it." " Thanks Christian." She said with a smile. He held up his flute, " to a successful after wedding party." " To a successful after wedding party." Rella echoed. They clinged flutes and drank the toast. Rella received congratulations from the guests, a lot of them were impressed with her seemingly taking up her role as a Diamond bride, they said she was almost like a different person. All evening Rella was feeling uncomfortable at the scrutiny she felt like if anyone took a closer look they would be able to figure out her lies and pretense.

Even the lycan prince can take more than half of us alone. Fear crept inside me at the mention of the infamous Alpha. He is to precede his father who was only going to step down on his throne as lycan king once his son gets married. They have been conquering lands, and to prevent being slayed and taken over, Alpha Hans traded a bride for a pact of peace among us. But Regina is about to ruin that now. “The wedding must continue. I just need a replacement for Regina.” Alpha Hans started looking around, as if searching for the replacement bride. I also started thinking about the unmated female elites in our pack. Maybe Freya will do? She’s the daughter of our pac

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

“Unless…” Unless? Unless what, Mirabelle?! The look in her eyes softens as she takes me in with a warm smile, Then she gets out of the armchair she was seated in and walks towards me, pulling me out of my seat. “Unless we find a replacement.” It took me a few seconds to register what she had just said. A replacement bride. ME?? Horrified, I look towards her, “Excuse me? A replacement?” I ask, my voice a high pitched wobble then I look about the room.

She is his heartbeat, he can't imagine a second without him. She is blessed and happy about what happened a year before. He couldn't thank his star more for giving him, his love of life. It was her journey from a replaced bride to a desired wife. It was her journey to finding his soulmate. It was their journey, falling in love. .. The end. ... So...that was the epilogue. Can't believe I just posted the Epilogue of " His Replaced Bride". The whole journey seems like a dream, a very beautiful dream.

"What's the joke? Besides, we already have a replacement for Laura." "What does Mama mean?" Veronica, unapologetic, pointed to Emily, who had been standing quietly in the corner of the room, head bowed. "She's the replacement bride, whether you like it or not. Mama doesn't need your refusal. Just consider it as her taking responsibility for letting Laura run away." ** Emily's dream wedding was incredibly simple. She didn't need a luxurious gown. What mattered most was who would bear the status of her husband. Emily always prayed to God that whoever her husband would be, he'd be someone she loved and who loved her wholeheartedly in return. There were no specifi

“Weren’t you told this already?” A shrug. “If I was, would I still be asking?” A beat passed before she answered. “Axel Graves. He was her fiancé. If she were alive, they would be preparing for their wedding next month.” Eyes narrowed. “And Nathan Graves? Why does he seem just as important?” Rita’s tone sharpened. “Are you interrogating me now?” A blink. “You did just say I could ask questions.” “Relevant ones.” “This is relevant. If I’m supposed to become Adelaide, I need to understand her relationships.”

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.

She marries to survive and for the money too. Her laughter floats out of the bridal suite, high and polished, the same sound she perfected years ago. It is not joy. It is performance. I have heard it used to charm council elders, soothe angry Alphas, and convince men with too much power that she is exactly what they need. “You may now kiss the bride,” the officiating priest announces. “Before Elsbridge Pack and the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you mates.” Applause swells across the ballroom. Champagne flutes clink, Betas in silk gowns beam as if this is a fairy tale instead of a carefully negotiated alliance.

I screamed instantly as more tears rolled down my eyes, “please let me go. I'm not the actual one to be wedded.” “Women are emotional,” he said mildly, like it amused him rather than bothered him. “I haven't been close to emotional women in years. That intrigues me,” he then stepped forward, “name?” “Valentina,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Good, Valentina,” he turned to dad, “Your debt is settled. I'm taking her,” and then he settled in front of me, his eyes lingering over me, his lips raising in a smirk, “Artists will be here to prepare you. Our wedding is by noon.”