Blackwater Falls Wedding Novels & Stories

He said, pointing to his other brothers and Nico. “Amethyst, you are the maid of honor. Ladies, you are in the lineup on her side.” He said pointing at each of the women. Then he turned to me. “Sorry doll, but the colors have to be black and rose gold, there is no other way.” Everyone was just looking at him with wide eyes, myself included. “What? You can’t tell me that if I wanted a Human wedding, that you guys wouldn’t show the fuck up and have a blast?” He said, with a laugh.

'Trying to forgive Illarion for what he did to me before, maybe that's the only wise choice,' Amanda thought to herself as she tightened her grip on the man's shoulder who was carrying her. 'Trying to pretend to love Illarion Black until this hatred fades with time and I can love him again, like when I was named Amanda White Broke.' Weeks passed as if nothing had ever happened in the underground chamber of the black palace. And now, the day of the wedding of the number one couple in the Black Continent has finally arrived. All regions under the Anarka Empire seemed to celebrate the wedding festively, even in the remote and isolated areas. The most anticipated couple in the black continent wa

Daughter let's go everyone is waiting uncle told me and soon I found myself on the aisle of the church which was heavily decorated and men and women of all age groups was wearing lavish suits and dresses . I took a deep breath and linked my arm with uncle and started walking slowly with my head hung low because I was ashamed to not protect myself, ashamed of the situation and ashamed to tell myself that I can't do anything to stop this disaster . There is nothing worse when you are not able to meet even our own eyes . The moment I dreaded the most have arrived . Uncle took and my hand and guide it to Mr Blackwell's hand . Due to his grip I immediately looked up and regretted it instant. In f

The words came quietly, without hesitation, without fear. She smiled through her tears. "I've been waiting forever to hear you say that. I love you too." They kissed beneath the moonlight. Neither of them noticed a tiny red light blinking high in the monastery tower—a sniper's camera, watching and recording everything. Hundreds of miles away, Cassandra watched the live feed. She smiled sadly. "So... you've finally fallen in love." She reached into a drawer and removed a sealed file. Across the cover was written: > **PROJECT BLACK WEDDING**>

Since Friday, the entire city had been counting down to Elara Hart and Ethan Whitmore's wedding. Every entertainment page was flooded with updates. Today being the main day of the event, reporters camped outside the venue eager to capture the perfect shot. Live streams were already on countdown, while social media buzzed with one prediction. “The wedding of the year.” The Hart and Whitmore families had become the center of Blackthorne City's attention. Yet inside the bridal suite, the bride looked miserable.

After Claridge's wedding with Dior outside, Primark inside, itchy bride and itchy groom, 1001 roses, cheese confetti, and two buildings for one stroller... Rose Blackwood-Carter-Ashford, 20, and Leo Ashford-Blackwood-Carter, 22, were supposed to go on honeymoon.

That’s all beside the point. As I climb out of the van I can feel a little mist in the air. Curious, I walk a few steps around the van towards a great rushing sound and gasp, taking in the sight of the gigantic waterfall that plunges from a cliff face several stories above us. It’s absolutely breathtaking. “Whoaaa!” Ian shouts, running over towards the rail that separates the wedding facility from the plunging cataract. “That’s incredible!” “It’s so cool!” Alvin shouts, following him. “Mom! Can I go over it in a barrel!?”

Third POV The wedding of Sebastian Blackwood and Irene Murray was nothing short of spectacular. The private island venue had been transformed into a dreamscape of white roses, crystal chandeliers hanging from silk-draped pavilions, and soft golden lighting that made everything shimmer like something out of a fairy tale. The ocean whispered gently in the background, its waves providing a perfect natural soundtrack to the ceremony. Guests dressed in the finest designer attire filled the elegant seating area, their jewels catching the light as they watched Irene walk down the aisle.

“This is your wedding night—but not your black wedding. Tonight, you must satisfy your husband, quench his thirst. If you’re wise and want to keep your place in this house, you’ll do everything in your power to please him.” “Wait… what do you mean by black wedding?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Grace’s expression shifted—her voice dropped to a whisper. “Your husband isn’t just a man. He’s a ruler. A king in this underworld. A black wedding is a sacred blood oath that binds two souls in the Mafia. It’s done only after the white wedding... but only if the bride proves herself worthy.” My mouth went dry. “Blood oath? And what if I don’t prove myself worthy?”

“You want to walk into crown Syndicate territory and hit a wedding celebration? Every Captain and Underboss will be there maybe we make it inside alive, but we won’t leave breathing.” Alexei laughed under his breath. “Who said anything about attacking the wedding itself?” He tilted the phone so we could all see the picture on the screen. “The bride spends the night before the ceremony at a hotel with the women in her family and the men celebrate somewhere else, easy access.” Sergei leaned forward, elbows on his knees and eyes bright with reckless excitement. “That’s insane.” “Exactly why it’ll work,” Alexei replied. I studied the details on the screen while Ivan dragged a hand over his face.