Being Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

He leaned his head on my right side, and I waited for his stiff lips on my, but a gush of air passed through my face. I quivered and opened my eyes to know what was delaying him, but to my surprise, he left me alone at the altar, chastened. I looked in the direction he went, but his back was mocking me. Why did he leave me alone without kissing? I was his bride, and this was the ritual, but he left me alone. Why? Just because I have replaced it or something else. He asked me to marry him himself, then why did he leave me alone, embarrassed in front of many people. Tears formed in my eyes, but his mother came to me.

Cameras flashed discreetly. And then I reached the altar. The officiant smiled warmly. The string quartet softened to a hush. I turned, eyes searching for Dylan. He wasn’t there. The smile faltered on my lips. A few seconds passed. Then minutes. He's not here yet. The officiant cleared his throat. “Perhaps he’s running late…” Whispers began, quiet at first, then spreading like wildfire. “Where’s the groom?” “Did he just… leave her?” “Poor thing—left at the altar.”

I said. “Is this really your final decision?” Alpha King asked. I nodded. “Very well,” Alpha King said. “Can you… Alpha King… can I humbly request you to be the officiant of this marriage?” I asked, holding back the quiver in my voice. Alpha King peered at me, his eyes heavy with a sorrowful helplessness. He bowed his head in a gentle nod. *** The battlefield had turned into an altar. Instead of the beauty of flowers and lights as the decoration, there was a gore of mutilated dead bodies and blood. The aisle my feet walked down was covered with cracks and ashes.

Then, when the bride arrives, the groom is waiting at the altar with a big smile on his face as his bride walks down the aisle toward him. My case is different, as usual. The altar is hella empty, and I'm just walking down to nothing. There's a huge possibility that Reis has completely abandoned me on my wedding day and I'm going to stand at this altar alone, maybe marry a ghost or something. My heart felt like it was flying out of my chest the closer I got to the altar. Helene was walking beside me, squeezing my hand, silently telling me to just smile and focus. We got to the altar and shared a hug, but then her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered to me.

“But we left the aisle.” I blinked, thrown for a second. “What?” She swallowed hard. “They always say… if the groom leaves the aisle, if the bride walks away, it’s a sign. It means the union is cursed. That we shouldn’t go through with it. We both walked away.” I nearly laughed. Superstition? After all we’d been through? “Alina,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You think I give a damn about old superstitions? You think I care about some archaic belief over the way I feel about you?”

Isayanna The air in the church is cool, but the lace of my dress feels like it’s suffocating me. I walk toward the altar without a maid of honor. I don’t have a best woman. I only have Grandma, her arm linked with mine, her small hand trembling slightly with pride. Jaydon stands at the wedding arbor. He is perfectly still. He is waiting for his bride, but I feel like a lamb walking toward a blade.

It was comforting to know that Karen was marrying someone so admirable. The setting was breathtaking: the central aisle set up in one of the resort's gardens where we were staying, surrounded by flowers and under a flawlessly blue sky. Karen's father was by her side, visibly emotional, ready to walk her down the aisle. Camila and I took our places near the altar, where Othon and his groomsmen were already waiting.

All her life she had been waiting and she's still waiting. Hours passed by and Vivian was still standing alone at the altar, waiting for the man she was meant to get married to. But it seems, once again she would have to experience the pain of being left all alone. She could hear the murmurs. Once again, they were blaming her for her groom leaving her at the altar. No... refusing to come to his own wedding, he must have realized that getting married to her would only add to his misfortunes. "Your legs must be hurting, why don't you take a seat?" The Priest asked with a smile on his face. He felt sorry for the poor girl but then there was nothing he could do for her except offer her his sympa

I quickly nodded and smiled nervously he backed away plastering a fake smile on his face as he kissed Layla on her cheek. I helped her up the altar and I could see through her veil she had her eyes fixed on the ground. Why won't she look at me? “We are gathered here today to join this man and woman in holy matrimony”, the priest started and Layla still had her eyes fixed on the ground “Anyone who doesn't think these two shouldn't be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace”, he announced before raising his eyes to look at the people. I closed my eyes and really hoped someone will say something