Bella Edward Wedding Novels & Stories

“I always knew Tessa would look good in off shoulder lace. Her collarbones deserve luxury.” “You can’t plan a wedding from a kiss,” I groaned. “It’s not a trip kiss anymore,” Zara countered. “He said it wasn’t bad. That’s consent for a wedding hashtag.” “#JustCarterThings,” Sophia chimed. “Oh my God,” I muttered, eyes glazing over. Within seconds, they were picking out flowers, assigning roles Zara as the chaotic maid of honor, Liana insisting she’d walk down the aisle with a mini dog instead of a bouquet, Liv calculating budget logistics in her Notes app like this was a real thing.

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

She asked as she twirled in the beautiful hall gown. Vincent felt speechless as he stared at her. She looked so breathtaking in the gown. “Like my Princess.” He said, “This is the one.” “I think so too! I love it.” Bella said and he hummed as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. “I can’t wait for you to be mine officially. I should have done this sooner.” He whispered and Bella chuckled. The wedding was a simple affair in the huge garden. Everything had been beautifully set up exactly how Bella wanted it and Vincent, who has never felt nervous about anything, was feeling anxious as he stood on the altar with the priest.

She had barely seen Dominic ever since he took her away from her house. Before she could process how things were going, it was her wedding Day. Bella never understood why a man whose presence screamed danger would arrange a simple wedding in a chapel, but the biggest shocker to her was her realization that he had a family. The small chapel was adorned with modest white roses, their soft fragrance filling the air. Bella Russo stood at the altar, her fingers clutching a bouquet that felt heavier than it should.

"Edward, do you really want to marry me? Because I don't know if my answer's still yes." That's so not something I've expected, and nothing I've ever wanted to hear her say. "You don't want to marry me anymore? Does that mean you don't want me anymore?" One might have guessed that at a moment like that my voice would sound pressed or something, but I find it's oddly cool. Composed. Which is somehow worse, if you ask me. Bella blinks, like she so often does to take a moment to work things through, and just that hesitation

Bella sat comfortably in the back seat of the cab, her hand resting gently on Ramsey's arm as they zoomed through the city. The wedding was fast approaching, and today was all about one thing—finding the perfect dress. Bella couldn't contain her excitement, and neither could Ramsey. Though it had been a whirlwind of events lately, today felt like a moment to breathe, plan, and laugh together. "I can't believe we're getting married," Bella said, her voice light, as she glanced out of the window at the busy streets of New York. "Do you think I'll outshine you at the wedding, Mr. Billionaire?"

He was holding a glass of red wine and beaming with delight. The black-suited members who had accompanied Xavier to my wedding had vanished, leaving only Edward in the area. "Today's celebration is in honor of Alpha's bride, Sansa Elsher," said Edward graciously. "Xavier, congratulations on your wedding. We're all thrilled for you, man." The audience exploded in applause and cheers, completely blind to the truth. Given that we were meeting for the first time, I was taken aback by their warm reception. However, Bella's comments stuck in my head amid the festivities. Was this all a ruse, and were they concealing darker objectives behind the festivities? As Bella's terrifying words resonated in

The light emitted is golden yellow. 'How can a wedding ceremony be so tense? And dark?' Bella thought to herself, even though her heart is beating very fast...she still followed the fast and long steps of the man in front of her. Her master... Her employer... and her future husband. They descended some stairs, which would lead them to the backyard. A large circular courtyard... With a bonfire taking the place of a waterfall in a normal house. There were several men and women there. Bella could even see Luna Grace and a man beside her, maybe it was her husband...a man named Luis. Alpha Luis?

He intended to market the place as a wedding destination in addition to luxury travel accommodations. Bella entered the parlor and the ladies already in attendance cheered. She smiled, feeling a little self-conscious. Tanya was there, of course, and Maw, who'd coordinated the whole wedding, but she didn't know the other women. "Oh, hello Bella!" she heard from behind her. She turned to see a slight blonde woman who was clearly about seven or eight months pregnant. "I don't know if you remember me," she said, "Ailsa Duncan?" Bella gasped. "Oh, Ailsa! Of course, I remember you. Look at you! You look so beautiful!" She hugged the woman enthusiastically.

“Edward is a generous person to be moving around with a raped lady. I wish you both the best. Several messages crop through the web and people start discussing the relationship. But not forgetting to give it to the wicked Alexia who plotted evil against them. Cecelia looks around and sees the people staring at them and she pulls the tip of Edward’s shirt and says quietly, “Look around, everyone is staring in our way. I think they have already spread the news about us being together. When are we going to get married?” Edward looks around and a frown appears on his face but he dissolves it as quickly as it came and puts in a smile. He squeezes her shoulder slightly and whisper’s to her, I have