Don't Kiss The Bride Novels & Stories

"You may kiss the bride." TO BE CONTINUED...

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.

Ava started to say but she didn't finish. “No,” Sophia cut in swiftly, and we turned to her, “It's bad karma to see the bride in her wedding dress,” she explained, “So you can't.” I frowned, “I thought it was only bad karma to see the bride in the wedding dress on the wedding day,” I furrowed my brows even deeper, cocking my head. “No. You shouldn't see the wedding dress. That's not appropriate,” Sophia insisted. “So, it's not bad Karma. It's just not appropriate?”

The bridegroom looks at me with a happy smile but he doesn't know that he is getting married to the wrong bride or so I thought. After some other things, of which my mind totally blanked out, it finally got to the part where I am asked, "Do you, Miss Kira, take Richard as your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do." "You may kiss the bride." Richard leaned in for a kiss but I hesitated. I turned my face away but then my eyes clashes with the death glares of Mr and Mrs Donaldson. I turn back to Richard and he kisses me. What? Didn't he see or notice anything? Why are they all like this? Every single one of them keep behaving this way. Oh, but then again he was definitely hypnotized as the rest was.

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.