Blood Wedding Plot Novels & Stories

"Lyra sent you here to cause trouble, isn’t it? If you don't want to be my best man, fine, but stop teaming up with her to bully Aeris! Aeris has waited three years for this moment!" "She's dead! How could she possibly bully Aeris!" Caden snapped. "What scheme is she hiding from me this time?" Drake couldn’t control his voice and drew more attention from the crowd. Aeris quickly approached and held onto Drake’s arm. "What’s going on? Caden, I know you don’t like me, but today is your brother’s wedding. If you want to argue, at least pick the right time." Aeris looked at him with a wounded expression." The wedding is about to start!"

"Yeah. I am actually happy, she is perfect for him... She wanted to talk to him before marriage but looks like I have to handle the situation now. He won't meet her..." Richard sighed. "It's okay... Anyway he is not interested in marriage and I am sure they haven't given her any choice either. Her father is a fucking bastard..." Ace scowled. Richard nodded, everyone knows that how much that man can step low. Richard wouldn't have get involved with him for anything but this deal was exception. "Agree !..." "Let it be a surprise..." Ace chuckled. "I guess this would be an epic wedding in the mafia. Bride haven't met the groom. Groom doesn't know who is his bride. Fucking great!..."

My soul drifted in the air, coldly watching the wedding that was supposed to be mine take place. All eyes were focused on the center stage at the wedding venue. My sister, Sonia Quade, dressed in the wedding gown meant for me, was saying heartfelt vows to my fiancé, Yoseph Caldwell. "Nia is finally happy now!" My parents kept murmuring in the audience as their eyes reddened with emotion. Amid the crowd's cheers, the newlyweds beamed with happiness as they shared what they claimed were cherished memories.

The media erupted with shocking news of Sebastian’s secret wedding just days after their marriage. The revelation left everyone eager to uncover the identity of the mysterious woman who had captured the heart of the elusive bachelor. Women who had once dreamed of winning him for themselves were consumed with envy. The Blackwoods were no exception, though they seemed more intent on using the news to taunt Kaira. “I wonder what Mr. Ashford’s wife looks like,” Claudia mused aloud, her eyes glued to the headlines. “She must be incredibly beautiful and, no doubt, of high status.”

His voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, “Elara… Lucian is marrying Selene in three days.” He stammered, his hands shaking. “But that day… that day is your funeral.” That day was my funeral. And on that very same day, my ex-husband was marrying the love of his life. I took a deep breath—not because I needed the air anymore. How could I? Was this some kind of sick joke? Even in death, Lucian still found ways to punish me. I wanted to storm into his wedding, to tell him that I was gone, that I didn’t want his wedding overshadowing my funeral. But I couldn’t. Not only because I was just a ghost now, but because Lucian and I had already divorced.

If such a scandal broke, her six years of hard work would be ruined. Unfortunately, I was busy rehearsing the wedding with Mabel and had no time for her. Soon, the wedding day came. As soon as I got into the wedding car and arrived at the hotel, I saw Lana and Zac blocking the entrance from afar. Upon seeing me, Zac feigned excitement and shook Lana's shoulder. "Lana, look, Cruz still loves you and came to marry you after all!" Hearing this, Lana's lips curled into a smug smile, but she still crossed her arms and answered with a scoff, "Don't think I'll forgive you easily just because you're here on time. You haven't apologized for what you did to Zac!"

"Hayden! You can't do this to me! We've been together since we were kids! How can you choose a stranger over me..." I did not even glance back, just held Larissa's hand a little tighter. Soon after, the agonized screams of Holly and her crew reached my ears, but inside, I was calm as still water. They were just paying back a debt from another life. An hour later, the wedding went off without a hitch. As we were exchanging rings, Larissa leaned in and whispered, "Did you always know I was a Shaw?" I paused, shook my head, then nodded. I watched her anxiously, hoping she would not think I was after the Shaw fortune or using her to get even with Holly.

I said, keeping my voice neutral. ‎ ‎"He likes the blood," Beth corrected, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I heard him talking to Elder Corvus. He doesn't care about the marriage, Celeste. He cares about the extraction." ‎ ‎My blood ran cold. "What did you hear?" ‎ ‎Beth smiled, thinking she was twisting the knife, not realizing she was giving me critical intel. ‎ ‎"He moved the ceremony up," she gloated. "Three days? Try tomorrow night. The wedding is just a formality. The real event is in the lab downstairs."

phone calls were always available, unconditionally, without accounting. At twelve-thirty Damien texted. Damien: How is the office? Zara: Exactly as I left it. Mrs. Badmus has expanded the starfish brief. Damien: The beach wedding client. Zara: You remembered. Damien: I remember everything you tell me. How bad is the expansion? Zara: She wants a starfish on the boutonniere. A pause. Then: Damien: Define starfish on the boutonniere. Zara: An actual dried starfish. Pinned to the lapel. Of the groom. At a wedding.

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.