The Ruined Bride Novels & Stories

“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.”

She muttered to herself, "It’s over. It’s all over." By masquerading as Uncle Royce’s daughter, Wendy had managed to accumulate a massive fortune through criminal channels. However, she squandered every cent before receiving a ten-year prison sentence for her fraudulent activities. Though a promising life once lay ahead of her, she ultimately brought about her own ruin. Nonetheless, I had no interest in their self-inflicted downfall. I was ready to start a new chapter and embrace a brighter future.

And for one strange second, everything around me went quiet. A bride. White dress, smudged makeup, glossy eyes filled with shock and heartbreak. Even in her current state, she was impossible not to notice, she looked beautiful. There was something about her expression, like she had just lost something important and was trying not to let the world see it. Then I noticed she was trembling. My eyes moved over her slowly taking in the abandoned veil, the wedding dress dragging against the pavement. Runaway bride. “You almost got yourself killed,” I said flatly.

“So, you see brothers, our Princess didn’t need to take the long way. She can talk to trolls.” Weddeg recovers himself first. He shakes his head and looks at the image. “The bridge is gone, correct?” “Yes, Haijen ripped it in half and it dropped to the edge of the river on both sides.” “And in it’s place is a tree?” He clarifies, but it sounds like he’s having a hard time believing me. “Yes, a big sequoia.” I turn to look at Buppig. “Do you think Trillia was upset that he ripped the tree out of the ground?”

Surprisingly, a bride can get drunk on her wedding day, indeed Drake has his hands full, somehow I felt like it's was karma teaching him a lesson after he left and went his separate ways. Hence, seeing how deplorable the Bride looked, I have got to get her sober, if I don't want to lose my job. Quickly I pulled her up from the ground she was seated drowning herself in alcohol, pushed her into the bathroom, and flushed the whole dizziness from her eyes. I could hear her barf inside the toilet, it got to a point her it felt like she was choking, urgh! Elijah bride is such a handful, wonder how he would survive getting married to her, well! It shouldn't bother me because I ain't the one gettin

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

They felt that the king had known the hidden agenda they brought when they arrived with the bride. The king's hunters never failed the king, just this once when the bride went missing that they resorted to checking her residence. But she disappeared without a trace for how many days. Only to appear being captured by the half breeds hombre Gatos. The council didn't have to state that the bride might have already been corrupted by those people when the king himself could smell it from her. He decided to eliminate the woman with one wrong answer. If she had been thoroughly putrefied, she wouldn't even remember a thing about the dream. But she did. So he let her live...for the moment.

’ ‘Answer my question, my bride’ I kept waiting for her answer so that I could track her location. Nothing No response from the wind. ‘Annie, I miss you.’ ‘WHO?’ Gasping, I was shocked to hear her response. I quickly used my wind power again to find the source of her voice and when I opened it, I smiled again after a month. A smile which I thought I lost the moment when I lost my bride. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes! I finally found her. I found my bride. I found my Annie.’ She was neither dead nor alive. She was stuck in the middle world. And I knew, only witches could help me with that.

She's making me hard unknowingly so I had to leave the dinning. Ryan is right, I really want her. Heather (Lauren's mom). "I can't believe you are this cruel, I made a great mistake agreeing to marry you, you brought me nothing but pain " I shout at Ryder. "I don't care, you are never grateful for what I did for you, I saved your ass from being homeless after my stupid brother died "he says. Or after you killed him, for your own selfish reasons " "Give me the fucking money Heather " he growls.

Breathing heavily, she crawled up from the ground and walked inside the house. Inside the room, the bride was already dressed in a snow-white wedding dress. She was shy as she faced the mirror, unable to hide the happiness on her face. But in Lauren Serrano 's eyes, it was extremely dazzling. A brick appeared in Lauren Serrano 's hand. She threw it with a bang at the back of the bride's neck, crisp and clean — "En!" The bride groaned before collapsing limply to the ground. She had fainted.