Bella Edward Wedding Novels & Stories

Edward said in a hateful tone. "Sure! Of course I will get dressed more beautifully. Tomorrow, all the boys of the rich in the city will come to attend this wedding! I also want to choose my Mr. Right during that wedding." Brielle smiled as she turned around. "Mr. Odgen, you'd better also get dressed in a handsome way. Maybe you can meet your Ms. Right!" Edward darkened his face. Is that her real intention to attend the wedding tomorrow? To find her Mr. Right?

I smiled at her thoughtfulness. I knew they felt guilty, but the wedding plans weren't a surprise. I figured Farrell would find a way to get him and Bella married as soon as possible. Bella was pregnant. What better idea than pregnancy to get Grandpa's blessing? Dad turned on the television and we watched the news together. A media outlet was showing the latest headlines. Farrell in his black suit walked hand in hand with Bella who was wearing a red evening dress. They were attending an event at a luxury hotel. The organizers provided a place for the guests so that reporters could take photos of the invitees. They didn't hesitate to stand so close while smiling at the camera. Bella even show

"I truly beg of you." Bella remained silent for a moment. Then, shortly after, she nodded and gave her answer. "Yes, Edward. I'm willing." "Does that mean you're willing to marry me and become my wife?" Bella nodded. "Yes, I'm willing." Edward couldn't hide the happiness he felt. Finally, his dreams were coming true. And now, Edward vowed not to waste the opportunity that God had given him. He would do his best to take care of and make Bella and their future child happy. (END)

She wondered if Maria knew what this wedding truly was—not a union of love, but a business transaction sealed with her body and freedom as collateral. The door opened, and Gia slipped in, her bridesmaid dress a shade of burgundy that matched the Ricci family colors. Her face was a mask of practiced cheer, but her eyes betrayed her concern. "They're almost ready for you," Gia said, approaching carefully. When Maria stepped away to retrieve the bouquet, Gia whispered, "Are you sure about this, Bella? My car is still parked behind the chapel. We could—" "Don't," Isabella cut her off sharply, then softened her tone. "Please don't. You know what would happen." She turned from the mirror, squaring

Very familiar. Hearing the sound of footsteps, I quickly turned around and saw Brian's eyes filled with love. He came forward, grabbed my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed the back of my hand. “Bella, let's have a wedding. I personally designed and borrowed Richard's factory for several months to make this wedding dress for you. So please agree.” How could I shake my head even though I had told him before that I only needed a marriage certificate? I really don't want to have only the groom's relatives at my wedding when I'm not an orphan.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

Her words held a delightful mix of playfulness and earnestness, capturing Edward's full attention. Edward leaned in, his interest piqued. "Crazy, deep, and wonderful? I'm listening…" he responded with an intrigued grin. Camilla's gaze remained locked onto his, a small grin playing at the corner of her mouth. "I was thinking about having a wedding with you... would you like to marry me, Edward?" Her question hung in the air, a blend of nerves and anticipation evident in her expression. Edward's eyes widened, his playful grin transforming into a genuine expression of astonishment.

I spotted Bella Swift seated with her husband, and then she came up to me. “Wow Vanessa, you look breathtaking!” She remarked, hugging me lightly. She was wearing a golden dress with stones all over it. I made her dress as well in return for her helping me set up at the fashion house. “Thanks Bella, are you having a good time?” “Oh yes, it looks like Edward and my husband Zack are catching up well.” She spoke, diverting my gaze to the two men who had recently moved to speak by the corner. “That’s amazing.” I spoke with her even more, getting more comfortable in the moment.

He was getting updates on his plan by Jacob and was reading some papers in a file that Jacob brought to him as he had instructed him. “Good, Have you, everyone, attend my marriage?” Edward asked. Jacob was about to reply when they heard the sound of the door creaking open and Vanessa came out of it, wearing a beautiful white-colored satin dress, which was clinging to her curves. Edward watched her as she walked over him, her one leg peeping out the slit of the dress. She was wearing red-colored heels to go with the dress. Her diamond earrings were shining similarly to her outstanding smile. She was looking confident with her head high, however, Edward was able to read her nervousness and tha

Mark said to himself. Bella said, "It already has. You simply have not yet accepted that.” She cut off before he had a chance to respond. Bella bent again, took a plain piece of paper, and typed one line at a time, thinking out every action. When. Where. Who would see it first? “Not quite too soon,” she said to herself. “And not too late." She checked a wall calendar. The date of the wedding was underlined in red. Bella smiled slowly.