The Perfect Bride Book Novels & Stories

Not only was I a royal, but I was also a lycanthrope. I got her situated in the backseat of the car and I sped off. I could see her thinking about jumping out, but I had the child lock on. I quickly reached mine and Jesse’s place and got out of the car and fetched my bride. Our bride. “Why are you doing this?” She spat. “Firstly, we’re going to make insanely strong babies. Secondly, our mother has been bugging us to take a bride since we’d turned twenty-one and nobody has caught our interest until now. You’re the one, baby.” I told her as I carried her into my room.

The higher you soar now, the better it'll feel for me when you finally hit the ground. ... Three months later, the wedding day arrived right on schedule. The custom wedding gown had been made for an 80-pound bride. There was no way I was going to fit into it. So, I picked out a red dress, put it on, and headed downstairs. A look of disbelief flashed across his face when Damian saw me. Shortly after, he blew a gasket as he bellowed, "Elise! I've given you three whole months. Yet, you didn't lose a single pound. Instead, you got even fatter. This is unbelievable. You don't deserve to be my bride."

Something more. I made the rice carefully until the grains just stuck a little to the bottom of the pot without burning. I basted the chicken with butter and thyme every seven minutes to get that perfect crisp skin. I knew exactly how Damian liked these things because I had paid attention during our five years of marriage. I remembered all his small preferences the way some women collect favorite recipes.I let the maid help here and there,but I handled most of it myself.I wanted it to come from me.

A family who ripped my own in two and grinned. On my way to fetch my blushing bride, I envisioned her stormy temperament, arrogance written on her hardened features as they clutch at a marriage that could only end in ruin for her kin. So why the fuck did my perfect pawn look like an innocent angel? The woman who stepped out of the church was no storm, but instead, the embodiment of a serene spring day. She was dressed in a modest but ill-fitting white dress that ended just above her knees, hiding her curvaceous body.

he vowed, taking out the glittering object. He took my hands and tied them around, his face was the perfect example of my dream man. Who told him this wasn't my dream wedding? In fact, I have never dreamt this far but he created the perfect dream wedding for me. It wasn't a ring. It was a bracelet that holds fireflies inside. It was beautiful. I dreamt of a perfect wedding with a prince charming but I got the most perfect dream wedding with a King charming. I dreamt of being wedded with a ring but I was wedded with a bracelet carrying fireflies to light up my hidden dark world. And he said this wasn't perfect?

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—cream-colored, the title embossed in soft gold script—The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. She extended it toward me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You should read it,” she said simply. “Memorize the key chapters, practice the rest. It’s a useful guide. All Kingston wives have studied it. Including me.” I didn’t move, just stared at the damn, thick book.

Celine replied, “hmmm, that will be serious” he said, “how do you want your future wife to looks like?“ Celine asked, “she must be very beautiful, fair and light in complexion, tall, and brave” Charles replied, “which means Clara will be mandated to bleach off her natural dark skin” Celine Inquired, “to be honest, I like light skin girl, but I have never be lucky to get one” Charles said, “can you forgive a cheating wife?“ Celine asked,

"Absolutely perfect." I looked at myself in the mirror again—at the woman I barely recognized staring back at me. The dress, the veil, the carefully styled hair and flawless makeup. I looked exactly like what everyone expected. The perfect Vitale princess. The perfect bride. The perfect lie. The church was massive—one of those old Catholic cathedrals with soaring ceilings, stained glass windows, and enough gold leaf to fund a small country. It was packed with people, hundreds of them, all dressed in their finest and waiting to witness the union of the Vitale and Connelly families.

"Our passion is proven by the birth of a daughter. Her name is Harriet Ackles. She's beautiful, isn't she?" "Both are beautiful. You're a lucky man. I envy." As Sean and the taxi driver chatted, I looked back. Honestly the Cathedral that Sean meant was really nice. It's a good idea if Sean and I can get married there one day. I looked at the right side of Sean's face. I could hear them talking about a football game, and I wasn't interested. I'd rather rest my head on Sean's broad shoulders to imitate Harriet. Then I fell asleep.

We both laughed and he hugged me tightly as if his lige is depend on me. As we broke the hug we saw Ivan came inside the room with a smily face. "Xavier it's time to go....!!!" I nodded. "Come son, Let's welcome you beautiful Bride....!!!" Grandpa said as we all three excited the room For the Church hall where the wedding is going to be done. To be continued......... A/P “A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.”