The Village Bride Novels & Stories

But I could barely see him as a result of my thick veil. If not for father, I bet I would have missed my step and fallen flat on my face. As I neared the alter, I began getting a clearer vision of my groom which seized my breath. His face was distinct, oddly familiar the more closer I got to him. It seemed like I had seen him before. Fear infused itself in me the moment I stepped on the alter. "My beautiful bride, I have been waiting for you" he lowly said, pulling of my veil. At that fleeting moment, my jaws went unhinged and ajar as I stared right at him.

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.

" I looked at him, so confident and righteous, and almost thought it was funny. Even now, he believed I was doing this out of spite and that I should be waiting for him, as if it were natural. People along the mountain road had already stopped to watch. Murmurs rose among them. "Hey, Mr. Director. In our local weddings, the marriage is considered done once the carriage moves. It's considered bad luck for you to interrupt it like this!" "Shut up! Caroline is my bride! She's just doing this to get back at me!" The villagers laughed in his face. "She waited for you for four years and went down the mountain seven times for you. You didn't cherish her when you had the chance, but now that she's f

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.

I’ll replace every memory you left with him, just like this dress. Every word felt like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart. I zoomed in on the photo and stared at Vincent for a long time. He stood behind her, dressed in a tailored suit, a faint smile on his lips. Before I realized it, my eyes had turned red. It seemed I loved him so much that I was crying happy tears for him. I didn’t go home that entire night. After staying on the Brooklyn Bridge for most of the night, I took the earliest subway to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Vincent and Elena would be getting married in four days.

I will know my true bride the second I see her. There are four dragons remaining and twenty-five years separates each bride claiming. The village has grown since my last quest for a bride. I swoop down low and watch gleefully as the villagers cower in fear. My brides stand shivering as I make another pass expecting to zero in on one blessed bride. It's strange that I have not singled her out yet. Suddenly, I feel a jolt to my right leg. I can't see the goliath appendage beneath me, but I feel a sudden downward tug. A flash of billowing white swings up from a rope that must be attached to my foot. I'm so surprised that I don't react.

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

It had been a constant reminder of how easily life can turn for the worst, as it has for the people in the past. Traditionally, the choosing would happen in the morning. In the village square, the townsfolk would adorn the hair of the next demon's bride with white baby's breath flowers. They would have the bride walk from up the wooden platform where the metal concave mirror was placed and have them light the torch. When the flame lights, the bride holds the torch up high for all to see, to symbolize her bravery in facing the demon for the betterment of everyone.

I let out a soft sigh, and my heart beat fast at the thought of our wedding to-night. As night fell, a white-bearded priest was invited by Mrs. Wells, as promised, and she and the rest of the village brought wedding presents. Mostly pots and bowls, and a few small pieces of furniture. While the gifts may seem ordinary, they are a treat for the villagers. I laughed as I accepted the gift with a hearty thank you.

The young knight's eyes drove back out from their look within, and the closest thought he gave was the slightest of nods before he turned his head to a robed figure in the crowd, and when he recited again, his voice held no quaver. "Nirvana, called the village healer—I ask your hand in matrimony." The flooding gasp was as loud as Nirvana from the back threw back her red hood, her emerald eyes bright as she smiled up at her pursuer. The hands of the villagers around her took up assisting holds, and as one, they hoisted her up to the stage and the young knights' embrace.