Blood Wedding Plot Novels & Stories

I zoned out and every scene of the incident that had happened before crashed my already terrified mind. My disastrous wedding. Delightful Vows. Conversation between me and bukka. A tragic small gift. Dreadful gunshot through my father's body. His unconscious body and his blood staining my white wedding dress. How did it happen? We were happily celebrating our wedding. I and bukka were conversing, my father was delivering his speech and people, who were gathered at our wedding were chattering and laughing on his speech. All of a sudden, everything turned into disastrous havoc.

She changed into comfy clothes and slept. She found herself in a white gown walking down the aisle with a bouquet of white lilies. There was a big smile on her face as she walked down the aisle. Samantha’s father was walking her down the aisle. And Bill Carson was the host for their wedding. Everyone was cheering for them. They both exchanged vows and rings. They were announced as the wife and husband. Suddenly her white gown turned red. She turned around and saw everyone who was related to Abigail was being slain by Austin. Finally, when he was done, he came to her and was about to slay just then, a man came in his black suit and slew Austin.

... 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."

“Beautiful! That scumbag finally used his brain for once!” I only gave a faint smile. The show was far from over. I took out my phone and hit send. The next second, the LED screen in the church—originally playing romantic music—went dark. Then a photo appeared. The one Rose had sent me: she and Ethan in the hotel bed before the wedding. Next came every line I’d photographed from the two time capsules Ethan and Rose buried together. The crowd erupted. “Oh my god! So the groom cheated before the wedding? And the mistress is the one wearing the dress?”

As she waited, she began to remember how all of this started. It all started with a raging headache on her wedding day, which led her to becoming the wedding day vampire, before she discovered a magical world she was now a part of, and her getting married to Derick, and finally conceiving baby Jennifer. How will this story end? Well, the real truth is that it never does, the life of a vampire is eternal and goes on forever. There is no end, but we can still allow a little pause. The End. Special note from the author:

“Alina’s here to pick me up for the elders’ meeting. We’re taking a blood oath under the Moon Goddess’s statue. Her mother believes that only mates who’ve sworn blood oaths can be happy forever. “Don’t worry. It’s all fake. I’m just doing it to fulfill her mother’s dying wish.” “Okay. Go ahead.” I nodded, and Randy left, though slowly since I was acting far too abnormally. Not only had I gone along with whatever he had said, but I had also not argued with him when I usually would. I had even asked him to go, so he looked at me hesitantly. When he reached the door, he hugged my waist gently. He also tried to kiss me to offer some comfort. I was wondering how to avoid Randy’s kiss when Alina r

Perhaps humiliation. Lady Beatrice lifted her teacup. “Then I suggest we find someone capable before the Harrington board begins to wonder whether the Vale family can manage a ceremony, let alone a merger.” There it was. The truth beneath the lace and champagne. This wedding had never been about love. It was about power. By noon, the dismissed planner had left the building in tears. By one-thirty, Alexander’s office had placed calls to three luxury event firms. By three-fifteen, his assistant informed him that one name had come highly recommended.

" I had explained countless times that he fell on his own. Yet she never believed me, never checked the surveillance footage, and never looked at the evidence. By now, I was tired of repeating myself. When I remained silent, Charlotte let out a sigh. Looking as though she had finally given in, she straightened my clothes. "Harrison, once the wedding is over, we'll go register our marriage. I'll only ever be your wife." I didn't respond. This time around, she wanted to marry me, but I no longer wanted to marry her. Just then, my phone buzzed. A text message came through. "Mr. Harrison Arden, the staged death you requested has been arranged. In seven days, you'll die in a car accident."

He'd never worn the same kind of formalwear as Carter, and he'd chosen the suit on purpose, so that no one in the room could pretend they were watching the same wedding I'd been planning. He walked to the altar slowly. He stopped beside Father Paolo, the Marchetti family priest, who didn't lift his head from his book. Six Marchetti security men had appeared at the side and back doors of the ballroom. No one was leaving until this was done. Carter said my name. Loudly. I didn't answer. Hudson let go of my arm. I kept walking. Past Carter. To Atlas. Atlas took my hand. His thumb settled on my pulse. He waited until it slowed.

The wedding is one ceremony and I am all but Queen except for the coronation that will follow in the next season. ‘Don’t be silly,’ my Mother fusses, pawing at Fathers arm, ‘nothing can stop that now. Now Madder is married to a suitable woman, there’s not a family that will challenge his claim to the throne.’ I feel a pang, that his previous wife died so suddenly. Would no one have considered her to be suitable? I wrinkle my nose, lifting a hand to rub the back of my neck where the soft strands of hair tickle. ‘As if designed by some master plan,’ I murmur quietly. My Mother giggles, patting my father’s arm and he looks across at her.