The Village Bride Novels & Stories

*A/N* Thank you so much for reading my story and making it this far. Just like i stated in my synopsis, this book contains other thigh tingling, steamy and erotic stories that will keep you at the edge of you seat. Enjoy reading... *********************** NEW STORY TITLE: The Pink-cheeked Bride(erotica) It is a warm spring night in a medieval village. The town celebrates a new wedding. * The crowd, full of relatives, friends, and family applauded as the newly wed couple ascended the stairs, as a symbolism of the end of the ceremonies, and the beginning of a healthy, childbearing marriage.

He did not hold the hand of the bride and groom like the usual brides. Burdak walked briskly towards the backyard of this village. Rogu, the village head, had already walked away---at first Burdak invited Rogu to go with him, but Rogu refused and instead asked Burdak to wait for his future bride, Randu, as a tradition. It was dark. Their steps were lit only by the flames of small torches along the way. The light emitted is golden yellow. 'How can a wedding ceremony be this tense?' Randu thought to herself. Although her heart was beating very fast, she still followed the fast and long steps of the man in front of her. Her master, her employer, and her future husband. She was indirectly sold b

The flowers were perfect. That was the only thing going right. I had been awake since four in the morning making sure that the roses with just enough blush to look romantic without being loud, greenery that didn't overpower, ribbon tied the way Vivienne had shown me three times on a YouTube video she'd sent at midnight. Everything was perfect. The bride just wasn't here. Her text came at 6:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Aria. I can't do it. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

Soon, I noticed the smile on everyone's face as I looked around while standing at the altar and it was at that point I realised that the bride had arrived. The crippled lady with her parents who wished to sell their daughter off this way had gotten to the venue. For some reason, I blamed her parents for trying to force their child on me. But she accepted to get married, that is to show how desperate she was too. "Let's welcome the bride of the show!" The priest announced with a loud voice and without hesitation, I turned to the door to see how and what she looked like. 'She must be a devil in sheep's clothing' I said Inwardly as a smirk erupted on my lips while I awaited her sweet looks whic

She forced a smile and enter the door. "Code R. A. Are you listening?" The man was brought back to his senses; he stared at the bride for too long and not noticing that the bride was already inside. He put on his bonnet after changing his clothes. He cocked his gun. "Let's move," he ordered. Men with bonnets started to move like a sneaking ninjas. They are going to kidnap the bride. ~~ The bride is slowly walking down the aisle together with his father who definitely she took upon her beauty. She looked at crowd wearing their smile and teary eyes; shouting for congratulations as she, as a Scott is now turning into Armenez.

I had heard of a village that is welcoming to the bond between humans and outcasts, that village is normally called the village of Haktun, it was the most powerful outcast community. I thought as much as helping these outcastes escape there and they kissed! "Awnnn," was my reaction while I was watching them. They swore to be together, as husband and wife. Then and forever, they Intended in becoming lovers for life, there was nothing words could say, it was time to get married. I came out of the bushes, they were shocked to see me, I looked into their eyes and said, "allow me to wed you tow here and help you escape to the village of Haktun."

No fireworks. Just finality. The crowd erupts in applause. I smile for the cameras, for the legacy, for the lies. But inside? I’m already tearing it all down. I am now Mrs. Vitali. And part one of my father’s plan is complete. But this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. And someone in this story just tried to kill the wrong bride.

She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't notice that and spoke over her. “Will you marry me Miss Odessa Vale?” She closed her mouth slowly and stared at the diamond ring in front of her. “Oh shit, I didn't kneel” I quickly got on one knee. The whole restaurant was staring, people were bringing their phones out to record. Silly me had forgotten how famous we were. She kept staring at the ring and at me. The silence was getting uncomfortable and I was ready to take whatever answer she gave. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Ricardo” she slid her fingers into the ring I was holding, with a beautiful wide smile.

But I didn't hear a single voice from them so I slowly raised my head to look at them. They just looked at me like they saw a ghost. "A-angela..." "She's not Angela, Hannah." Javier interrupted what the woman said. I guess, her sister. They were silent and looked at Javier in shock. "Her name is Janiyah. My soon to be wife, we are getting married tomorrow." He said seriously. "Marriage? Did we hear it right? You are getting married tomorrow but you only told us today?" asked the old man. I was nervous when I heard his voice. Javier was about to speak but Mrs. Stevenson. "Dad, we'll talk about that later. We'd better get to know Javier's future wife first." She said with a smile.

Only their sworn love and unity of purpose mattered now. At last beneath a floral archway on palace grounds, Prince Viktor took commoner Amy Adams' hands in marriage before a small assembly of well-wishers. As cheers rang out, the newly pronounced husband and wife turned to greet the world anew...together.