(Sequel of The Bachelorette Party)

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“Bonnie!” Minnie beckons, very loudly.

“Yeah, dear sister?” Bonnie answers, very sarcastically.

Her older sister is already to the cabin’s doorway, her bride tiara still on her head and white dress pristine.

“When you’re done getting our bags, ask when the others are going to get here,” she orders. With that command, she spins around and does a runway ...

Broken glass.

Torn bridesmaids sashes.

Bloody plastic tiara.

A bachelorette party to remember.

The bride is dead.

No more wedding.

Each braidsmaid at the bachelorette party has secrets. A motive to kill the bride. But the real question is, who had the guts to do it?

Her older sister.

Her maid of honor.

Her best male friend.

Her coworker.

Her future sister in law.

Or…would’ve been ...

"Should I marry him? Or should we run away and live in some hut on a beach?" Sam spoke softly as she ran her fingers through his hair. They had been here before but he always left her heart broken and alone. Would he do it again this time? Or would he finally save her.

The sudden bang on the door made them jump, the other women were looking for her. Sam and Paul got dressed quickly. She turned ...

Was wild at the party the bridesmaid were taking a lot of time.

Bridesmaids were asking a lot of very embarrassed questions as a stripper came on stage and started it doing his stuff

There was lots of while drinking drunk parties jokes rude but funny stuff

The wedding dress was in a mess as it was the last night of singleton...

“Shit.” Alice rolled over and patted the space in the bed next to her that was supposed to be empty. It wasn’t.

“Shit.” She searched for her phone, finding it under her pillow. She reached in the direction of the nightstand, searching for the glasses that should be there by habit. Luckily, even in whatever state she was in when she went to bed, habit prevailed. Sitting up, bringing the blanket w...

Heels in hand, I jog as much as this ridiculous dress will allow until I reach the front door. My sister and mystery man are still noisily making out on the sidewalk outside when I burst through the doors of the club.

“Ashley Marie O’Brien!” My words are sharp and my finger points violently at the petite blond in a highly inappropriate white dress, complete with a white cowboy hat and a s...

“Ow, fuck, that hurts!” Blair shrieked.

Celia her an unimpressed look. “No kidding it hurts, dumbass! What made you think needles piercing your skin would feel good?”

Blair glared at Celia from her seat in the tattoo chair.

“I thought the booze would numb me up a bit.” she retorted.

The tattoo artist stopped in his tracks. “Booze? You didn’t tell me you’d been drinking.”

“Yeah, so what? It...

The music was loud. The people were loud. Disco lights danced over the rumbling crowd.

Everyone was delighted. Everyone except the supposed star of the show. My dress had been designed by a friend and I...

I covered my face with my hands as the man in the very short shorts and bow tie jumped on the table and began to dance.

The remaining ladies not expelling their stomach contents in the bathroom, cackled and howled. A particular maid of honor, scrambled up on the table with him, barely standing on her high heels.

I fiddled with my paper DD wristband. Glancing at my almost dead phone, I saw the time...

Her hair was in my hand, and her head was on the table. The smell of champagne choked me, making me want to throw up the previous cocktails and the finger sandwiches. Christine was crying, trying to get out of my grasp. I saw the way she looked at my husband, though. Fiancé, for a few more days. Why wa he even here? She said …

“So what, Amy?! Let go of her!” Marianne shouted. “He’s here to see he...