Ugliest Bride Transformation Novels & Stories

Sam wondered if he should find a wife so he could go through the same giant transformation. … Grayson drove to the clinic. He was frustrated the entire drive there, feeling a fire deep inside him that he couldn't get rid of. He felt hot all over and had no way of putting it out. All he could think about was the video he had just watched. However, Belle's face had replaced the woman's in the video while he had become the man. Belle's lips were soft, and her waist was slim. Her legs were long, and her skin was supple and smooth all over. Every inch of her body was a blessing to touch.

Sounds of breaking plates and screams of fear quickly followed. No one thought that they would see such an ugly woman, and more importantly, she was the daughter-in-law of the Cohen family. “What’s this?” The man who taunted Lazlo earlier was stunned. He just wanted to see this woman, but she turned out to be so ugly. “Maybe your family pays more attention to inner beauty!” Someone tried to smooth things over. They knew that things had escalated beyond control. The bride looked at everyone without any expression on her face. She seemed used to this reaction.

“Oh come on! You’ve had history at school, same as everyone else! Surely you must have been expecting it?” I’m thrown by that one. “Why would I possibly have been expecting it?” “Oh my goddess, Alicia! If you maybe took half an interest in our kingdom, you’d be more informed. It’s been 200 years! It’s time for the next bride swap, and… duh! There are only two princesses who are eligible for it.” Wtf? Bride swap? I vaguely remember something about the 200-year bride swap being taught as part of our history lessons as I wrestle the Long Island Iced Tea back out of Darren’s clutches. He is looking at me like I’m a simpleton he needs to educate.

Didi’s terrified expression slowly reshaped itself into a fragile, practiced smile. “You don’t need to deny it anymore, Didi,” Vera said calmly. “It’s all in the past. Look.” Her smile widened. “I even made your dress.” That did it. Gasps erupted across the venue. “What?” Didi screamed, her brows lifting so high they nearly met her hairline. She looked pale, ghostly. The layers of makeup could not conceal the tremor crawling through her features. Vera moved forward slowly, each step measured and graceful until she stood beside the couple at the front. She ignored the murderous glare of her father and the venom radiating from Ruth.

“When you were born, Dad and Marco loved you. Too much. They swore you’d be their little princess.” “I didn’t allow it.” Her eyes glittered with madness. “I’m the princess of this family. You were a threat.” “So I pulled out Mom’s oxygen tube after her surgery.” “I made them think she died because of you.” My knees nearly buckled. “What…?” “You… you killed Mom?” “She was innocent!” “So?” Valentina shrugged. “And I’ll take the rest of your life too.” “Today’s wedding is only the beginning.” “I’ll show you what real despair tastes like.”

When I finished, Bree’s eyes lit up. “Wait, wait,” she said, grabbing a hair tie. She pulled my curled hair into a high ponytail. letting a few strands fall loose around my face. “Now you’re perfect.” I turned to look at myself in the full-length mirror. I can't lie; transformation is startling. I still look very much like myself but even more beautiful. The smoky makeup, the sleek ponytail, the all-black outfit, it all came together to create a version of me. I think I am falling in love with

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

I bellowed in my head using my Alpha voice, and waiting only a second before the brown-skinned hag burst into the room, looking about frantically with a plume of black-grey smoke swirling between her fingers and lighting her face in the dark room. We had to move her to the bed, quickly. If it was what I thought that’d attacked them, the Hybrids, then we didn’t have any time at all. The girl from the village was babbling rubbish, closing her eyes a second too fast before I could scream at her to keep them open as we watched on in horror until the white, gluey stream of wax sealed the fluttering, long lashes shut. What to do? What to fucking do? I couldn’t let her turn into one of those things

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

“Devon, you are not supposed to see the bride before she walks down the aisle. What are you doing here?” "What am I doing? Well, sweetheart, you're getting married again, Zari, since we are technically married. I wanted to see you before everyone else saw my beautiful bride. There are no words to describe what I'm seeing right now. But I do have a question for you." "What is it?" "How can you be transformed into something even more gorgeous than you already are?"