The Daughter Of The Bride Novels & Stories

“And now, let’s all welcome the bride, Ms. Maxine Cadieux, together with her father who will escort her, Mr. Samuel Cadieux.” The huge door opened again. Soon, everyone gasped at the sight of the bride in her gorgeous wedding dress. The three Alphas were in awe. “The reason why I wanted to have a daughter is because of this. I really wanted to escort my daughter in her wedding day,” Samuel whispered faintly, enough for Maxine to hear. “Your brother Dwight is hopeless.” Holding Samuel’s arm, Maxine tilted her head to the person who called him his daughter even if they never shared a drop of blood.

A white veil covering her face, and a bunch of flowers held tightly in her right hand while her left hand held her dad's arms He smiled leading his daughter down the aisle and straight to the alter, where the priest has been waiting. The crowd keep clapping and cheering for them. Standing beside the alter is Davis Del Rio. He has an exciting smile on his face as he patiently waited for his bride to walk up to him. It takes few minutes before his bride finally got to him. Her father handed her to him and walked back to the congregation. Not letting that sweet smile off his face, Davis lifted his hand. The bride carefully placed her palm on his and they both turned to the priest.

Simon pointed and I just sat there, frozen in place. She sat next to me. She took my hand and kiss it. Her face is still covered by the veil. With my hands shaking, I slowly lifted it up from her face. My heart is hammering in my chest, the tears kept on flowing as I pull her in and hug her. “It’s you.” “Yes it’s me, Luke,” Neola whispered as she hug me tight. “The one and only heir’s Bride.” I smiled down at her, hugging her close as we lie down on the sand, cherishing the moment, smiling as we stare at each other. I couldn’t help it, I lean in and kiss her.

The words came out of his mouth, and I could not help but feel grateful. "This is not allowed!" The voice echoed from outside, making me look ahead. "Dad!" I exclaimed as I watched my father walk into my room. "Boy, you are not allowed to meet your bride at this time!" My father acted while moving his finger. "I couldn't stop picturing my bride in her wedding attire!" Julian teased me with his words, and I laughed. "My daughter is so beautiful that no one can take their eyes off her." My father stared at me from head to toe, a proud smile on his lips and an emotional expression in his eyes.

Maybe I should have listened to my father earlier. “What is this?” My father asked. “My wedding invitation card.” “I can see that but why is my daughter's name written as the bride?” I looked up to watch my father stare at him with a confused expression. “That is because she is the one I am getting married to. She is my mate.” I choked on nothing and started coughing hysterically. His eyes met mine. They softened for a second then hardened back then he removed his eyes from mine. The change was so fast that I began to question my consciousness.

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

Please let the answer be no. The cathedral doors opened behind us. The room shifted. Everyone turned. My sister appeared at the end of the aisle on my father’s arm, radiant in ivory silk and cathedral-length lace. Celeste Hartwell had been preparing for this wedding since she was seventeen. She looked luminous. She looked happy. She looked like someone about to receive everything she'd ever wanted. The organ swelled as she began walking down the aisle. Adrian Swift turned toward her. He smiled. He watched her approach.

Her smile was captivating, brightening the big church. I cleared my throat silently, adjusting my standing posture in preparation to get my bride from her dad. She was now few metres away from reaching the alter, her smile not faltering while her dad threw me a cold pointed look. What did I do this time? After a moment, he smiled approvingly as he handed me his daughter. I sighed in relief and smiled back at him. He turned to his seat and I turned to my stunning bride. "You look...."

Her daughter, my bride-to-be is very short, shorter than Isla, shorter than Lyza, she has short hair and small beady eyes and a large smile etched into her face. She gives me subtle glances and when I catch her, she smiles shyly and looks away. The Duchess came to present her daughter to me on my father's orders and also to discuss the wedding ceremony with my mother. "Why don't you two take a stroll?" The woman grins at me while talking with her high-pitched voice. My mother smiles at me encouragingly. Not wanting to embarrass her or myself, I stand up and walk out. I hear the clicking sound of the girl's sandals as it connects with the floor. Once we are outside, I take a deep breath and t