The False Bride Novels & Stories

Hopefully. “The last claimed bride is . . .” she turned her whole body to watch us and let a pause settle over the room, most likely to draw out the suspense, but instead, she was highlighting my shame. “Blaire Ashbourne. Step on up darling, come claim your man.” She paused and tilted her head at the paper again, “Fredrick Marlowe. Come claim your man. Blaire, you’ve been bought by Fredrick Marlowe of the Ice Peak pack. Fred come snag your woman so we can all get the ceremony underway.”

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

This wound’t be a problem. If the gown wasn’t almost… white. Not technically white. Something dangerously close to it. Eggshell. Champagne. Whatever polite word was it for it. My eyes narrow as the conductor of the orchestra rushes to start playing the bride’s opening song. My hand claps to his shoulder, stopping him. Shaking my head. Sir Brimel glances over my shoulder and smiles. “Ah, an early arrive. Your brideis stunning.” My jaw tightens. “That is not my bride,” I say smoothly, turning just enough to make it clear. “That is Vivian. Her sister. Half-sister.”

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

“What?” Vincent’s eyes widened sharply. Inside the evidence bag was a phone, its screen already shattered. A police officer helped unlock it and pulled up the last recorded video. Christine’s face appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white dress, faded from too many washes, with light makeup on her face. The background was the rooftop of the Empire State Building, and the strong wind lifted her hair. “Vincent, congratulations to you and Elena on your wedding today. I’m sorry I can’t attend. It’s because I’ve decided to leave this world.”

Caspian waited, raising an eyebrow. Raphael stared back at him silently for a moment. "I am very proud of you." The words were spoken so quietly, with such rare, genuine warmth, that Caspian almost missed them over the crackle of the campfire. Caspian looked up at Raphael, then let out a warm, genuine smile. "Thank you, Raphael." Raphael gave a small nod and turned back to organizing the supply crates. Across the clearing, Rowan was currently giving Edmund a wildly theatrical, highly exaggerated reenactment of Caspian's first strike against the Thornback Hare, making the low bounce sound like a duel against a legendary dragon.

Rhaelen did not look at me. Elder Corvin rose. "Your Majesty, lords of the council, we are here to decide whether a marriage made under a false name should stand." His gray eyes moved slowly over the table. "The contract named Lady Selene. The bride sent in her place has no wolf. Since she came, a kitchen servant has died in our cells, a granary master has died, six riders have died, and a maid who served her rooms was found with Veyrden silver under her bed."

The date sat three days before the wedding we had both been forced to attend. I leaned in and studied the images the way I studied any composition that felt off. The light was wrong. Shadows fell across Sabrina’s face from the left, yet the windows in that room faced east. At the hour the timestamp claimed, morning light should have struck the opposite side of her face. The base photograph was real. Liam was truly unconscious in that bed. But the pregnancy test, the smile, and the neat little story had been added afterward. I explained what I saw, pointing out the direction of the light and the inconsistency in the shadows. Liam listened with hope and doubt fighting openly across his feature

, I frowned. "Don't you want to know who will be your bride now?", He asked to which I raised my brow. "She is the elder daughter of the Vampire's King, Lenora.", I didn't know why but this news didn't give me any happiness. Lenora was strong and powerful, just like the bride I always wished for but still, my mind was on my human bride who lives in a supernatural world but had no supernatural powers. . . . Andrella's POV . . .

His Fated Bride~ The girl was yet to be born and Vladimir was aware that no parents in their right mind will give their daughter to a vicious Millennium old Vampire King. So in the heat of the moment, Vladimir didn't think twice before trading with the Oracle to hand his bride to him in secret without letting her parents know. But the Vampire King never expected the witch to deceive him and abduct his bride using Vladimir as a pawn in her twisted game. . . Battling with his fury and madness the Vampire King had searched every dark forest where the Oracle could hide but he had come back empty-handed with nothing more than the weight of guilt, shame, and longings on his shoulders.