Substituent Bride Novels & Stories

It was silent for a while before murmurs erupted. "I present to you, Lord Minir of the House of Corvinus and his— blood slave, my Lord?" Lord Minir glared at him, " Blood Bride. " My eyes widened at his answer. Lord Minir emphasized, "She is my blood bride and they are my ladies." The host shivered, " Lord Minir of the House of Corvinus, his blood bride and his ladies. " Confused, I was about to ask them a question but Atlas answered right away.

She marched down the aisle with the stiff, practised precision of an executioner. Behind her came the bridal party. The bridesmaids wore matching gowns the colour of dried blood, their faces masks of perfect, drilled submission. The groomsmen walked with their shoulders squared, their hands hovering fractions of an inch from the hilts of their silver knives. Then came Alpha Lincoln Atlas.

Wren murmured. "She means well," Isla whispered back. "Now," Becca continued, unbothered, "who's the bride, who's the mother of the bride, and who's the—" she looked at Wren, momentarily stumped, "—gorgeous friend?" "Future sister-in-law," Wren said. "I think. Is that the term?" "That's the term," Isla said. "Wren's family. I decided that a while ago and I'm not un-deciding it."

So we walked down the aisle of a room that had been arranged for a hundred and twelve guests, with only seven people in attendance: his lawyer, two board members from the Zhao family, Marcus, Vivienne's mother who still hadn't fully processed what was happening, and a registrar who kept looking between us like he was trying to solve a puzzle. I kept my eyes forward. The dress was Vivienne's. Of course it was. There hadn't been time for anything else. It fit everywhere except the chest, where it was a little too generous, and I'd had to use a safety pin borrowed from the wedding planner who handed it to me with the expression of someone watching a traffic accident in slow motion. The bouquet

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be the one who would bear the child,

Until I couldn't stand it anymore and I whispered to Mom that it was necessary to go to the powder room. "Would you like to join one of our helpers?" And then she looked at the gown I was wearing. For as much as the eighteenth birthday gown I'm wearing, it's red with the tube design. Actually, we mimicked the design of the gown. Since one of my favorite singers is Taylor Swift, I asked the designer that Mom rented my gown for my thirteenth birthday. The half of my gown in the lower part has designs of roses, exactly like the design of Taylor Swift's gown in her music video.

’’ A familiar squeaky voice drawled beside her and she wasn’t surprised to see Brianna Foster and Marione Bridges. Brianna was the school’s resident queen bee and a bank heiress, she’s recently engaged to an oncologist. She has a loud mouth and is overly dramatic. Marione on the other hand was a staunch follower, always trailing behind Brianna like some stray puppy. She’s a successful model and the newest endorser for the Four-Clover beauty products–a subsidiary of the fashion company owned by Jake Calloway. ‘’Hello to you too Brianna.’’ Van dropped sourly. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

The woman asked him, politely while trying her best to keep her professionalism. “No, my bride has already selected this on her own for our wedding,” he said, but his words completely befuddled that woman. His bride? She saw him making the payments and grabbing that gown before he turned around and left but that woman continued to gaze at his retracting figure because her head continued to repeat his words. ‘No, my bride has already selected this on her own for our wedding…….’ Did his bride have already seen this gown but how when Ezrene Soler was the very first and only person whom she had shown this wedding gown?

Lorraine’s clear and sonorous voice wafted into Sotiria’s ears. It took Sotiria a while to recover from the pain and find her voice again. “But, according to Rothesay’s tradition, the bride should find a girl who is not married to be a bridesmaid. I have been married—” “It doesn’t matter!” Lorraine interrupted Sotiria, took a step forward, and held Sotiria’s trembling hand.

I could tell almost half of their pack came along and already whispering to each other about my absence. The sister had a sharp little face like a cat that has not been told to stop biting. She was wearing apricot silk and a great deal of jewelry. "Not a single guest," I heard her say. "Not even her *husband*. I told you, Mother." "Pathetic," the stepmother said. The father gave the bride a look I have given my dogs when they have soiled the rug. The bride did not flinch. She pulled a book out from under the table. She sat down on the edge of the dais — in a wedding gown, in the royal's receiving room — opened the book, and began to read.