Ugliest Bride Transformation Novels & Stories

“You think you can change what you are, which is a monster, by the way, to become what exactly?” “A human man. My morals were broken by the vampire that turned me, causing my view on humans to be nothing but tolerable. That had to change. There was no way I was going to become like my friend Henry, using forceful tactics to obtain a bride.” If I hadn’t been staring him down as he tried to explain himself, I wouldn’t have seen it. A small flinch his eyebrows made at the mention of this Henry. “You might not use force for a bride, but you’re still a killer and you have threatened me more than once.” It’s like kicking him while he’s down, but I can’t stop my words from coming out.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

Elara stood before the tall mirror in their chambers, staring at the stranger she had become. The hybrid awakening had settled into something permanent, breathtaking, terrifying. Silver-gray fur now traced elegant patterns across her shoulders, down her spine, along the outer curves of her thighs, soft as velvet yet strong as chainmail. Her claws were longer, black-tipped, retracting only when she willed it. Fangs pressed lightly against her lower lip, gleaming whenever she spoke. Her eyes burned pure silver, no trace of human brown left, reflecting torchlight like twin moons trapped in her skull. The silver markings that had once appeared only during pain or passion now swirled across her s

mom said again. "Well, why don't you let Beverly get married to Mr. Popular?" I half yelled. "I'm sorry honey but you were chosen, don't try doing anything stupid okay," mom said and giggled like a maniac. "Hey!! come fix her face, she ruined the first makeup" mom said and walked out. *** I walked down the aisle with dad holding my hands. "You're so beautiful honey" dad whispered leading me to where my groom was standing. As soon as we got to where my groom was standing, he took over from my dad gripping my hand tightly.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

“Tiana, come back to me, okay? This time, I’ll give you the grandest wedding. You’ll wear the most beautiful wedding dress.” Zack frowned and kicked him away. “Don’t touch my wife.” Watching Shawn fall to the ground, I thought of the child I had lost, and my eyes welled up with tears. “Shawn, you disgust me.” My whole body trembled, but the tears still flowed down my cheeks. “Five years ago, when you made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress, I was carrying your child! That night, you never came looking for me in that heavy rain. You didn’t care whether a pregnant woman like me might be in danger.

"Anastasia, I beg of you to stop." The most godawful rumble comes from her mouth. The exquisite beauty I know is turned into a monster. I close my eyes and squeeze on the bridge of my nose as the realization sets in... But I am pulled away from my thoughts as she launches at me... "My god, my beloved." Her skin has turned a deep shade of grey, with veins popping through her once delicate skin. Her face is completely deformed with a jaw filled with piercing razor-sharp fangs "My beloved, please stop, let me help you."

She applied three layers of concealer, barely covering the bruises. Once the dress and veil were on, I turned halfway in front of the mirror. The woman in the mirror stood in white, her train trailing behind her. She looked nothing like the useless woman who, a month ago, had been kicked hard enough to crack her skull and end up paralyzed in a wheelchair. The Vivian Lane from my previous life had already fallen from the rooftop and died. The one who came back was someone who had crawled out of hell. At eight sharp, the wedding car arrived downstairs.

~~ Everyone has a chapter that they don't read out loud ~~ Phewww!!! Valentina sighed as she gazed at her image in the mirror. Dressed up in a shimmering white bridal gown with a veil covering her face and trailing behind like a fish tail. She wasn't feeling weird like the other times. This time her heart was racing fast as if warning her of something good. It was two days after her mom announced her marriage. And now she was here getting ready to marry her mysterious groom. She didn't know why her mother was hell bent on getting her married. Since she turned 18, her mother has been bringing proposals for her which she successfully denied because somehow the prospective guy had some faults.