Don't Kiss The Bride Novels & Stories

Right before I opened my mouth and let them have it. "You sorry ass piece of monkey shit! Is this what I am in for? Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?" I shouted, catching them both completely off guard. "Let me let you in on a little secret, Buster… I don't want to marry you either!" I jumped up and screamed in his face.

He never did show up, not even for one moment and I will not be surprised if he does not show up for this wedding either. I pray he does not. "Just focus on the bright side baby. You will be doing us all and yourself a very great favour by saving our lives through this marraige and you shall never lack anything in the world. The Greco's are filthy rich ok" Mother kissed me by the cheek. I stared at her, disgust and bewilderment written all over my face. I refused to speak further and fixed my attention back on the road. Minutes flew by so quickly and before I knew it, we had rolled into the church premises.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

They lingered on me, the intensity of his stare making my insides curl. He was different from every man I had ever known. He stood and at once my gaze dropped to the floor. “She's here, Don,” the lady beside me muttered and at once, her hand drove to my back as she was about to force me to my knees. “What are you doing, Isa?” His voice came, his steps echoing on the concrete as he stepped forward. “Don't make my bride kneel.”

There is no way out of this predicament. Blah blah blah. The familiar phrase, "You may now kiss the bride," resounded in the room. But wait a minute, who is supposed to be kissing whom? My gaze shifted to Hudson, his expressionless face now twisted into a look of disgust. Do I disgust him? Well, newsflash, baby boy, you annoy me too. And kissing you will certainly not be on my to-do list. At least I didn't agree to that in the contract.

Meanwhile, Noelle's heart was racing, but she stayed cool as a cucumber, took a deep breath, and braced herself for the biggest moment of her life. "Hey, have you guys heard that funny wedding joke that's going around?" Tania piped up suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her, eager to hear the joke. "So, there was this bride who asked her bridesmaid, 'Can I go without shoes today?' The bridesmaid was surprised and asked, 'Why would you go without shoes?' The bride giggled and said, 'Because I don't want my own steps to be too loud!'" Tania chuckled, and everyone laughed along.

Even his back was more than enough to tell that he was dashing, his aura intense. “Do you... take... as your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do!” “Do you... take... as your lawfully wedded husband?” “I do!” “You may now kiss the bride!” As they were about to kiss, a sudden gust of wind blew into the hall. A young girl barged in and whispered something into the groom’s ear. The groom seemed shocked. He hesitated for a moment. Then, after whispering something into the bride’s ear, he leaped into the skies, leaving the bride alone in the hall to face all the guests on her own.

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

Rhys Rita Sokolov. My would-be bride has the complete view of the situation. I don’t have to see June’s expression to know how stiff she is right now. Rita’s unfocused eyes narrows on us as she sways on her feet, the sound of her heels scraping on the ground amplified tenfold in the imposing silence.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV If the wedding wasn’t already overwhelming, I also had to stick around for the after party. After all, it was my own wedding. Still, I would prefer to be anywhere else than at Luca’s place with a crowd of people I genuinely couldn’t stand and didn’t give a shit about at all.