A Light Of Love Wedding Chapel Novelas e Histórias

They kiss before the Jared leads her down the stairs. Jason helps me down the stairs and we climb into an SVU limo. When we arrive at the chapel I’m shocked it’s not a dollar an hour place. It’s an actual church looking building, but the moon hangs over the door. There is an engraving of the goddess in the door. “How did you find this place?” I ask Jason. “It’s where Jared and I got married. The only werewolf chapel in Vagas,” Crystal smiles. We walk in and the hall is covered in purple flowers. A light purple carpet is down the aisle. I smile knowing Jason did all this with me in mind.

“We need to go; the boys will be here any minute. Come, the dresses are in the bridal room.” Following Vanessa, she led us to the room. It was adorable. There was an old fashion vanity, two Victorian-style couches, and a coffee table with a bottle of champagne chilling on ice. “Old friends run this chapel; this is one of the most sought-after spots for those who live in Las Vegas to get married,” Vanessa told us.

This time my best friend Thor is taking the reins. Axel taps me on the shoulder “ We have this covered. Go grab your shower and get dressed. You have an hour before your bride shows up.” I take one last look around the yard that now has what Anna called fairy lights draped all over. There are eight rows of six folding chairs on both sides of a red runner that is the aisle with light blue fabric covering them. Wild flowers are tied to the chairs at the end of the rows. At the end of the aisle is a small wooden platform for Thor to stand on. We decided to go with a D.J so Lilly, Lug and the band could enjoy the wedding. I nod to Axel and head upstairs to shower. This last hour can’t end fast e

"Come on." She grabs Alex, and they head out to where, true to Seth and Adom's word, a limo awaits. "Get in, all of you." Alex orders, and they all pile in the back, where there is enough space for a gang of bridesmaids to party. "Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, please." Alex says, and Adom snorts. "What a creative name." "Unlike yours," Alex replies, and Adom clamps his mouth into a thin line.

“Alright, let’s go get you married.” The chapel was small, bathed in warm morning light, tucked away in a secluded part of the city. Emily had expected a courthouse—something cold and impersonal—but instead, Adrian had chosen this. Golden light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting soft colors across the polished wooden floors. The scent of fresh white roses lingered in the air, subtle yet undeniably deliberate. It felt…real. Too real. Emily swallowed as she stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the stone floor.

Some take a step back. “Now back. The fuck. Off.” He takes a step forward, daring them to move before grabbing my hand again and running inside. We slam the door shut behind us as Arthur pulls me into the chapel. The staff bars the door and pulls the curtains. This is obviously not their first celebrity wedding. Oh my god, this is my wedding. And my boyfriend is a celebrity. No, not boyfriend, fiance. Husband. My soon-to-be husband. The inside of the chapel is peaceful. An old-fashioned chapel with solid wooden walls oiled and polished until gleaming, and tall stained-glass windows. The railings along the center aisle are decorated with small white and blue flowers and candles flicker from o

“Let’s find the officiant. Maybe they can explain what the hell happened.” Grumbling, I grabbed the certificate and scanned it for the name of the officiant. Sure enough, it was there, along with an address. “Fine,” I muttered. “Let’s go.” The Search…. An hour later, we found ourselves standing outside a small, nondescript chapel on the outskirts of the Strip. It looked like it had seen better days, with peeling paint and a flickering neon sign that read Lucky Love Weddings. “This is the one that we were searching for ,” I said, clutching the certificate like it was a lifeline.

Tyler had reserved a tiny chapel in the middle of town, and because they didn't know any human priests, Fredrick offered to be their officiant. “You're trembling, Rebecca; take a deep breath." Rebecca let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding as Vincent whispered. As Vincent walked her down the aisle, she tightened her grip on his arm. Following her elegant walks, soft wedding music began to play in the background. Lights shone from the stained glass windows, giving a bright glow inside the church and making it appear more mystical, especially when combined with the lovely flower decorations that had been placed. Flowers of various colors and forms hang on the walls of the modest

The air pulsated with energy as they twirled and swayed with unrestrained joy, veiling the atmosphere with a sense of pure exhilaration. The hall was transformed into a picturesque haven, mirroring the elegance and beauty that had been woven into our wedding day. The grand hotel lobby, adorned in shades of blue and yellow, was a poetic testament to the love that now graced our lives. Soft, ethereal lighting cascaded from above, casting a romantic glow as if the very stars themselves had descended to bless our union.

"He loves you, Marie. Remember that." I nod as I firmly push away the fear—both good and bad. This is our day, and I refuse to let my father's hate darken it. The doors to the chapel open, and I see Mikhail and fall in love with him again. My love drowns out the whispers of doubt in my mind. Anton squeezes my hand as we walk through the open archway into the chapel. The spectacle is almost overwhelming; there is nothing small about our wedding. A string quartet begins to play the first notes of the processional music.