Novel & Cerita Sacrificial Bride To The Feared Lord Hastings

In her hands, she holds a magnificent bouquet of my favorite lilies, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. The audience watches in collective anticipation, the hushed whispers adding a layer of mystique to the unfolding moment. My heart pounds in my chest as Gabby gracefully descends to one knee before me, her smile radiant and maybe a bit nervous. The world around us blurs, leaving only her in sharp focus. The lilies she presents, a symbol of our shared history, carry a profound weight. I take the bouquet from her outstretched hands and hold the flowers close to my chest.

I noticed that besides the monarchs, there was another man holding a large sword… he was an executioner. “My dear people,” exclaimed Sable Morgan to the crowd at the top of his lungs. “The coward Gregory Dominis was given a choice: surrender or we would kill his wife,” he said pointing at me, the crowd booed louder. “And like the coward he is, he chose to save himself. So now, before you and before our new allies, Adolf and Kendalia Riversun, we will abide by our promise.”

I help myself with some of the soup and snatch some of the croutons, staring at the 'Mia' girl, as she began talking with Luke. "You found your bride, how?" Luke stared at me and bit his lip. But before he even answered, Mia inquired again. "She isn't a royalty, is she? I think with the like of hers and her robes, she's not fit to be your maid. Much less to be your bride." She flirted, making me grind my teeth together as I grip the fork.

"He was attacked because of her." "She brought death into this palace." I went very still. "Ever since she arrived, nothing but trouble," the first one continued. "The murdered servant. The lockdown. Now this." "My grandmother used to say brides like that carry curses," the second one whispered. "Beautiful enough to catch a king's eye, but something's wrong underneath."

He looked exactly like Alessio. Same face. Same grey eyes. Same proud posture. But he wore medieval armor instead of an Italian suit. Across from him… A beautiful bride smiled through tears. She looked exactly like Seraphina. Only her dress was black instead of white. A priest whispered, “You may kiss your bride.” The young man smiled. “I waited a lifetime for this.” Their lips met. For one perfect heartbeat… The world stood still. Then… Blood exploded from his mouth. The bride screamed. The cathedral doors burst open.

My parents' love, my brother's favoritism—given to her. And now, even my husband. My nails dug hard into my palms. "No. This carriage is mine. I built it myself, and I'm taking it with me." Ryan grabbed for my arm. "Hazel, stop being unreasonable! It's bad luck for a Bennett daughter to marry without a bridal carriage—she'll live in poverty her whole life! How can you be so selfish, so vicious? "There are so many people watching. Don't embarrass our family any further." I bit down hard enough to taste blood, the coppery tang spreading slowly across my tongue.

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

I joined them and reached for a lemon tart. “The lemon tart is really good,” I said, lifting one with a fork. “Isn’t it?” the woman in the emerald dress replied. “You should try the raspberry one too, Diane.” “I will.” I smiled as though we had known each other for years. “Everything looks amazing tonight.” Another woman swirled the wine in her glass. “That’s Mark for you. He never does anything halfway when he hosts.” They all laughed. She wasn’t wrong. From everything I had learned, Mark Hethmont loved perfection almost as much as he loved being admired, especially at an exhibition on his own estate.

she added apologetically looking not at all apologetic " Thank you but I can sort the wrong and right by myself , Lady Clodis " said Lilian with a sneer matching Felicia's . " By the way " interrupting whatever Felicia wanted to say , Chelsea spoke up " Congratulations , to you Lady Clodis - I heard you have your engagement fixed with the future lord of the poisonous valley ,the eldest son of Lord Vale . It's really a happy ocassion and I sincerely congratulate you for becoming the first wife after the forty eight concubines of First Lord Vale ".

Scarlett then noticed both her attire and her mother's turned into old grey gowns with white bonnets over their heads. "Where are we?" She asked her mother, a breeze blowing over their gowns. "Home. Pastonville, 1699." _______________________________________________ No one would stand absolutely NO CHANCE in taking on the Crimson Bride. Zayne knew that. An untamed she-beast until one who takes her blood controls her. The power from her reawakening was so immense, that he could still feel it even if he went out of state. The scent from her was incredible, warm caramel invading his nostrils. His taste buds tinkled and his anticipation kept his stomach twisting into knots and twists. He knew wh