The Bride's Substitute Novels & Stories

“This one’s rarely touched, Alpha. Age has made it delicate.” “Has anyone compared it against the council’s current version recently?” “Not that I’m aware of.” That answer alone told me something worth pursuing. I worked through the original slowly, the archivist assisting where the older script grew difficult to read. The terms concerning my marriage to Jenna were straightforward enough. What caught my attention were the provisions surrounding a replacement bride. The language wasn’t vague, the way I’d assumed it would be. It was specific, outlining precise circumstances under which another woman could legally stand in for the intended bride, conditions that went well beyond simple bloodlin

Samuel said softly. The old village chief nodded, "Exactly." "She knows how to use silent protest as the strongest defense. This girl is indeed extraordinary." Samuel said softly, "However, what’s more smarter is to hide someone in the coffin, right?" "I knew it. How could there be someone who likes to hold a funeral when wedding? It turns out that it was a clever game." Samuel finally understood. He also knew what a so-called substitute was. They married the corpse to show it to Great Immortal Yellow Sand. No matter how terrifying it was when the corpse was riding on the coffin, it was for the Great Immortal Yellow Sand to see.

“Before this wedding is over, I'll get a wife ！” “what ？”. Kitson smirked. “Not even a girlfriend ?" “Whatever Kitson, we're being oppressed, take a good look around ”. Kitson took a quick look around the church and to his surprise, everyone has a partner if not a family. “We need to get find our own girlfriends really”. Gina couldn't attend the Wedding because of reasons best known to her. 'Here comes the bride' someone whispered. Everyone turned to watch the entry of a beautiful angel disguised as a bride. Lucia, her maid of honour stood immediately behind her.

"It's only a pragmatic marriage, probably the reason why the young mistress had left and hid herself. She doesn't want to marry." "If she doesn't want to get married, then why not cancel the wedding?" "Mr. Racini wants to push the wedding even without her daughter. Your job will be this. You need to pretend to be her so the wedding will happen on the exact date." My lips parted. I'm not sure if I heard it right. "You want me to substitute the bride? I'm sorry if this would offend you, sir, but... are you sure you are okay?" Because I don't think he's on his right mind to ask me that!

,"What? I was just ask to deliver the gowns. Now I am ask to stand in for the absentee bride?" "I'm Sorry MIss?" "Alina Jones." too bad she fall on the bait of telling her name. " Please Miss Alina Jones It would just be for a while, We will make it worth your while." So she obliged took step after step to the altar. Just like a lamb who was lead to the slaughter.

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

However, this time, she prayed fervently for everything to go smoothly without any mishappenings. Leonardo's mother, Anna, sensing Sofia's apprehension, came to her side, offering reassurance and comfort. "Everything is going to be perfect. Okay?" Anna's words were like a balm to Sofia's anxious heart. She nodded, grateful for the support, and smiled at Anna's comforting presence. In Anna's hands, Sofia held a beautiful flower bouquet, a symbol of love and new beginnings. With delicate care, Anna fixed the veil around Sofia's face, creating an ethereal aura around the blushing bride.

A true alpha. He looked straight ahead, never catching a glimpse of me. My heart ached at the thought that he may never truly see me again, and I would be stuck watching him on television or in interviews. Married to Dora of all people. As he made it to the altar, the organ played the ‘Wedding March’ and the doors opened once again. Dora sashayed down the carpet, a white veil fixed over her face. The dress - my dress - looked amazing, but it obviously didn’t fit her quite right.

“I am not who?” “You are not Emerald, are you? You are not the woman I was supposed to marry,” I accused and stared at her face carefully. I knew I would be able to read her once I looked at her. She was like an open book and was so easy to see through. I knew that was going to help me right now. “Did… did you smoke?” She frowned. There was no change in her facial expression. “Where is my bride?” I asked again. “Ah… you must have smoked. I thought you didn’t smoke. Was I wrong then?”

"We worked our asses off for that party, to impress 'the boss' we knew nothing about. You panicked when you heard the bride was missing, and suddenly, you’re announced as the bride? Does that make sense?" I cleared my throat, looking away. "That’s a silly question," I muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Of all people, I hadn't expected Nora to buy the lie. She wasn’t just my assistant—she was my friend. That was why I had been avoiding a one-on-one conversation with her for so long. "Are you a substitute?" she asked, her voice quieter now. "Did you stand in to save face for Mr. Voss?" Her dark blue eyes met mine, filled with curiosity.