What The Bride Said Novels & Stories

Absolute love-struck war goddess. My heart jolted violently. Haylee Kenton? The legendary head of that mysterious business empire... she secretly loved me? And even came here to act as my fake bride? I took a slow breath and raised a hand, interrupting the officiant. "One moment." The entire venue instantly fell silent. The woman standing before me flickered with panic. The tips of her ears turned red, and even her breathing became uneven. Curling my lips into a faint smile, I asked gently, "Christine, you don't look well. Were you so busy preparing for the wedding that you forgot to take your medicine?"

After what felt like hours he dismissed himself walking away, I watched as he left my limps relaxing slightly. "I thought you said you've never been in love?" I asked looking over to her. "This has nothing to do with love, it's more tradition, if I had a say I would gladly die alone," she replied making me smile. "Spoken like a true bride," I joked and she rolled her eyes playfully. . . . . . . . . . Thanks for reading ❤️‼️ I know it's short if you guys want me to I will double update today❤️‼️

She wanted to look at what their expressions were like at that moment but, she was too scared to look. Her lips parted. Her throat closed. Every fiber of her being screamed No!. But... ''I do,'' he whispered. She had no choice anyway. The words tasted like poison. "What is going on?" "I thought the bride was supposed to be Miss Elena!" "Who can explain what is happening?'' She heard people talking. They were probably all lost at that moment. ''By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.'' The crowd leaned forward in anticipation. She knew they would all want to see her face.

“So we have to get married.” “Yes, then the coronation takes place next,” I replied, noting a lost expression on her face. “You’re okay with marrying me, right?” “Y-Yeah, sure,” she said, even though it was like she was anxious. She was surely one of the mysteries. I made noble steps towards her only for her to mask it with a smile. “Do you have something you want to say?” “N-No, I mean not like I have a choice, moreover, practically speaking every bride is nervous before her marriage so this is normal,” she breathed out with so many words that said otherwise.

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

He will attend the wedding with my mom. ' back to the earth,new bride' isa said. Who happen to be my bride maid. It is tug of war before one has to step for another. Unless I will have to do with two maid. Mummy educate me on marriage, I was happy for her advice,it smoothen my back I hug her weeping.She use her hands to weep my tears amidst cheering.

Her lips moved behind the fabric, muffled words escaping her throat, struggling to be heard. He leaned in closer. “Say it louder!” Her crown shimmered brightly. The silk pressed down harder against her mouth. Only a whisper slid out—delicate and weak. “Help me.” The First Bride tilted her head, her veil fluttering in the fierce wind while her smile widened. “She doesn’t need your flames, Fox. All she needs is the door. That’s what brides are meant for.” Vincent growled low in his throat, his chest trembling with anger. “She is not yours.”

The story proceeds: In an electrifying moment, she felt it—today, she would belong to Sheppard forever, and he would be hers for life. The thrill coursed through her veins, igniting every fiber of her being, until a heart-stopping catastrophe shattered her dreams! Beverly’s voice rang out like a siren, raw and piercing. "I've been deceived! I've been made a fool of all this time!" The bride erupted into the air, her heart pounding with layers of anguish and disbelief. With trembling lips, she managed to force out the words, "He said he's not coming."

"Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Story of my life." The Anderson ladies exchanged amused glances. As the door creaked open, Lauren took a step forward. With a commanding presence, she addressed the assembly, "Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. Please welcome the bride, Mellisa, as she graces us with her presence." Mellisa, guided by Oceane, began her walk down the aisle, the hem of her gown trailing behind her. The room held its collective breath, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound accompanying her journey.

When she saw that none of them were saying anything, she concluded within her that she's gonna say it once again and if they didn't reply her, she would leave. Some words to use came into her head, she smiled and raised her head up. "Wedding only happens once and all i wanted was to enjoy today with my....my lover" She said and Mr Malcolm cleared his throat. "We got your point" That was the only words he said. "Merci!" She thanked him. "Please sir, can i borrow Brandon for a minute?" She asked him. "He's your husband, you are free" He replied and Beatrice nodded. She held Brandon's hand and took him to a quiet place.