The Wedding Veil Book Novels & Stories

After being told I was to marry a stranger, I tried to find some clues about the person I was to wed through the loving words that her mother had written about her. How the book got inside the very library we're in, I have no idea, but I do know that the sentiment expressed within those pages may bring comfort to the woman in front of me. “I was going to give it to you on the day of our wedding,” I quietly say as she gazes over the yellowed pages. “But as you well know, that day didn't really go as planned.” Violet eventually shut the book and held it to her chest. Soon after, uncontrollable sobs escaped from her scrunched up face and the silence of the library was filled with the sound of s

“You would think attending a wedding could be enjoyable. But of course, we are only here as legitimate witnesses to babysit under the alias of doing damage control.” “That's what you're worried about?” The gentleman spoke up again, giving the woman a sideways look. “I don't care what anyone expects. I'm here to enjoy myself and I sure hope there'll be some popcorn when all hell breaks loose.” On the surface and to people who were oblivious to the truth, it would seem that two wealthy families were simply tying the knot. But in reality, it was two armies faking a truce with their swords at the ready at the first sight of weakness.

Leaving Kallista staring at the back of his head somehow feeling even more terrible than she did before. **** Kallista stared at the grand iron gates that loomed before her, the complicated yet prestigious Hawthorne crest welded into the center. The gates slowly creaked open, revealing a sprawling estate that seemed to stretch endlessly. She tightened her grip on the wedding dress, her nerves fraying as the car rolled forward.

She held the dress open like a censer dripping darkness. “You will wear this,” she said quietly, a verdict disguised as instruction. “And you will show him—and the entire school—that nothing happened. That you are untouchable. You will not break. You will not reveal the cost.” Althea stared at the gown. It didn’t look like armor. It looked like a cage draped in shadow.

Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks. "What is that?" she whispered. "A ward," Wren said. "My mother specializes in them." "You didn't mention she's a witch." "She's not." Charlie gave him a look. "Wren, this is witch behavior." "She's... something else." Before she could demand clarification, Wren lifted his hand and pressed his palm to the veil. The barrier rippled like disturbed water, then parted, revealing a narrow passage of swirling silver light. Wren gestured. "After you."

“Here, they privately made fun of you and did their planning. There are two group chats, and Cynthia’s in this one as well. Only you are absent. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way they treat you?” The screen’s cold blue light shone on my dazed face. Of course, I had. There was no way I could overlook the small offenses they hurled at me. However, I still always considered these people my friends. My voice was hoarse when I said, “I noticed.” “Did you maybe wish, just for a second, that they would get into some sort of trouble? Or that their wedding would hit a snag? Maybe you even hoped that something terrible would happen?”

Elisabeth's POV I used to think the veil was used to add more suspense to the wedding air. I thought it was used to keep the bridegroom on his toes as he awaits his bride but I could finally see the reason. The veil was used to hide whatever pain lay beneath. Whatever shadow was hovering over the face of the bride. As I approached the door with Claude following behind me, dread filled my chest. I wish I had the power to turn back time and I would not have even bothered to take the contract.

Both Linux and Arlo helped her to stabilize their ground. On the other hand, Hilda's days were much easier. She walked around with her pregnant belly, busy with her business as well. During the wedding, she threw her veil away because she was too happy. Without that, she could not get married and she could not find any replacements. Thinking that the wedding would not be complete without the veil, Jerome and Connie quickly issued a notice to inform the person who picked it up to claim the prizes. Hence, they finally got the veil back and continued the wedding.

VEIL: Covers the bride’s face to the groom until he has fully committed to her after the wedding ceremony. I am made of stone. I can do this. I am not giving up! I told myself over and over. I was sitting on the deck of Ryder’s Malibu home. After so many nights I still felt alone, my heart was still broken and every single minute, I ached for the man who swore he would make my ‘ever after’ come true.