The Strongest Bride On Earth Novels & Stories

Perhaps she was because even though she was visibly pregnant, she slayed her wedding dress. Beside her, someone cleared their throat and she turned to looked at the old priest. He took a step forward, aiming to stand directly in front of them. "Two people in love does not live in isolation. Their love is a source of strength with which they may nourish not only each other but also the world around them.... By our steadfast care, respect and love, we can support their marriage and the new family they are creating today. Will everyone please rise."

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

In return: a blood bride, once every hundred years. The contract was never sealed. Not until now. My fingers trembled as I flipped to the final page of Gregory’s journal. His last entry read: > “The bride must not be taken by force. The pact demands her soul, not just her blood. If she refuses, the land will rot, and the family line shall burn.” I looked up. “Alika… this was always meant to happen. But only if the bride chooses.” “But I didn’t choose any of this!” she cried.

From her body to her eyes, nothing betrayed the storm brewing inside her as all remained calm on the surface. A gentle smile played along her lips as "Here comes the bride" started to play and the ornate doors of the old Victorian church opened slowly. All the eyes turned to look at the bride to catch a glimpse of the girl. After all, today was the wedding of the century. The most eligible bachelor and the most beautiful woman were getting married. But that was not all, two of the most powerful families on the continent were coming together after a hundred years! This wedding would be a big turning point from an economic point of view as well.

A little earthquake reminded me of the subject that nobody was discussing. “The wailing brides will not rest until they come here and collect his body.” I reminded her just in case she doesn’t know what the wailing brides want. If they think the wailing bride will only be causing these little earthquakes then they are wrong. They will not just stop with the earthquakes, if they want the body, they will get it by any means possible. “You want us to give his body to the wailing brides? You want him to suffer even after death?” she had her hands tied across her chest while she bent down from afar and shouted my way.

I watch as my bride dodges his blade, spins, and strikes beneath his raised arm nearly cleaving him in two. Blood covers us both. My bride stands still, inhaling deeply, which causes her breasts to rise and fall rapidly. She's never looked more beautiful. She turns suddenly and kneels by the woman. I know we are too late because I heard her last agonizing breath. The men had literally beaten her to death. I reach for my bride's arm, but she jerks away as she takes the woman's lifeless hand. "Why? Why would they do this?" Nothing I say will help, but I try. "This land is ungodly. I told you I hate it here and this is only one of the many reasons. I am sorry you saw this."

Are you alright?” The young woman quickly bent down to help the elderly lady who had fallen to the ground after being shoved aside by one of the bodyguards. In front of the grand cathedral, a luxurious bridal car had just arrived. The moment the car door opened, chaos erupted. Camera flashes exploded from every direction as reporters rushed forward, desperate to capture the first glimpse of the bride of the Wedding of the Year. Today, the mysterious heiress of the powerful Sutherland Group, the wealthiest family in the country, was finally getting married.

She could never own his heart, only Clarice could. “Mr. Rodriguez when is the wedding” A reporter asked but he ignored her he unlink his hands and walked away “Very soon” Nora answered before posing one more time then headed inside “Damian darling what happened “ nora asked “Don't try to act like my wife nora” he said “Damian dont be rude ok, and Nora is your wife” his mum said in her voice leaving no room for arguments. The hall buzzed with quiet excitement Crystal chandeliers shone overhead casting a soft ambience across the elegantly dressed guest laughter and clinking of glasses, low conversations filled the air Damian sat beside Nora his expression unreadable, his fingers tapped on the

she says and the priest calls from afar. “can we proceed the bride is here” and the news is all over the internet and T.V that the bride is back and Brianna saw the news pops up on her cellphone as she was scrolling through her phone and her mood change and she quickly open websit and turn on the T.V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself.