Ugliest Bride Transformation Novels & Stories

Holly found an empty room and started doing her makeup. Holly started to apply makeup to the bride, treating her like a canvas and the tools as her paintbrushes. Previously, she used to draw a lot of self-portraits through the mirror as she yearned to know what her mother looked like. Therefore, it was a piece of cake for her to make the bride look like her. The fake bride was quite pretty herself, making the transformation relatively easy. Holly led the bride out half an hour later. At a glance, the resemblance was quite striking. The fake bride looked very much like Holly if one didn't look closely.

What if the man was so grotesque, so ugly that she changed her mind about the whole marriage? Her father would never forgive her and she would end up homeless and without family. She would be a disgrace to her family and probably shunned as punishment. "No. I don't want to see you yet. Tomorrow at the ceremony, I want to meet you for the first time." It was quiet for a while, but then she heard the soft voice again. "Are you sure? Are you not curious? I'm sure you heard the stories about my looks. Don't you want to see me first?"

I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect. My bride was perfect and I was glad that I didn't reject her in the first place. I liked the way she was eating her food without thinking of being fat because humans nowadays kept cutting their food for looks which made them thin like a stick. . 'Cade', My father's angry voice roared in my ear. I sighed, realizing that he figured out that I was with my human bride. I had to talk with him and share my decision with him. .

I'm always more used to light make-up. I stood up and faced Sandy and Girly. I was surprised when they just looked at me in shock while applauding at the same time. The same goes for the salon staff. "Wow, you're so beautiful Miss. Master Javier did not make a mistake in choosing to marry you,” said a female staff member. I was embarrassed because of what he said, so I turned to the mirror to look at my appearance. I almost didn't even recognize myself when I saw it in full in the mirror.

Even if most of the world did not know it. Was the king finally granting his petition? But why would that require all three brothers? The group made their way slowly through the gates and up to the steps of the keep. When they stopped Eliana dropped her hood and looked around. Small gasps could be heard among the men who had assembled. His wife was the most strikingly beautiful woman in the land. Her hair changed colour as the sun moved over it, from a deep brown to a burnt red. Her eyes too would shift from blue to green to grey if he were close enough to look into them. Padraig made his way through the crowd to help Eliana down from her horse.

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."

“I’ll tear your pit apart if that’s what it takes.” The First Bride's hollow eyes narrowed as shadows swirling within. Elias’s grin widened, sharp like a blade. “Then do it, fox! Break her…or be broken yourself.” Suddenly, the First Bride slammed her ruined hand against Vincent’s chest, sending a rush of cold through him—voices exploding inside his head. For split seconds, he caught a glimpse of her face shifting form—Camela’s face, pale and tearful—before it shattered back into the hollow bride visage.

She knew that running from him would be disastrous not only for her mother and grandmother but for her people as well. I doubt Destiny would take it too kindly to me telling it to fuck off…so I guess I'll have to make my own path. I will forge my way through and ensure that this will not be my reality for the rest of my life. I will survive this and I will survive him. The Beast King will not Break me. Calli reassured herself, nodding to Kelsey who seemed to be waiting for her approval to begin the process of her true education. Ira and Elisen watched with great pride and happiness at the transformation that their little one was going through.

How perfect it would have been, getting married to the love of my life and swearing to spend the rest of my life in his embrace. Funny how life can happen to us unexpectedly. I got the exact opposite of what I wished for. Instead of a sweet and loving husband that will bring me flowers, I got a villian who swore to make my life hell. Sebastian is no prince charming. Neither is he a dog in a sheep's clothing, he's open about who he is. How ruthless and deadliest he could be. I'm not expecting to be loved by him either, I wouldn't dare to imagine I'll be loved by the ice king. No. I loved Mark, he was sweet and everything to me. He cherished and took good care of me. How can my parents be so

“Now let's go get you ready.” Heather followed Bridgette to the downstairs bathroom. Her eyes were wide as she took in everything that Bridgette had laid out. She stared at her reflection for a moment, memorizing every detail before she no longer looked like herself. She took a deep breath before turning to look at Bridgette. She sighed and nodded her head. It was well over an hour before Bridgette was finally finished with Heather’s makeover. When she was done Heather barely recognized herself. Her brown hair was now a warm blonde. Her brown eyes were a gray blue and her long hair was now a short pixie cut.