Can And Sanem Wedding Night Novels & Stories

Another woman replied and I blink my eye to see if I was dreaming or not. "Italy!!!"I shouted and she nodded. "How long was I out?" "Two days." the Italian lady replied to me. Two days. I have to be unconscious for two days. I thought about franklin and how he has shot two nights ago. That night was supposed to be our wedding night. A night that was supposed to be memorable. They killed franklin and let him burn inside the house... I held my heart to stop the burning ache that was starting to tear me apart. Franklin was gone and I was never going to see him and now I'm in Italy. I stared at my wedding ring which had franklin initials engraved on it and cried silently as I thought about him.

He was being hailed as the Innovator of the Year and an Industry Disruptor, with the host exclaiming, "Mr. Sorenson led his team to break through these technical barriers in just six months—a true role model for the younger generation!" I froze in my tracks, the blood draining from my face. I was the one who led the team for a year, pulling all-nighters, testing, failing, and starting over to build that core data. Rachel had actually handed all the credit to Quentin while I was completely occupied with planning our wedding. I clenched my fist in anger when my phone suddenly rang. I answered the video call and caught Quentin straddling Rachel, thrusting continuously. Quentin's voice was fille

If only- A scent hit my nose hard as the stranger leaned in, his right hand stretched forward to help me up. I had no idea who this psycho was, and I wasn't bothered to know, but regardless, I wrapped my fingers around his palm, letting him pull me up. My body leans into his. “Marry me.” A dry laugh fell free. Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of.

My reflection stared back from the glass—sharp jaw, tired eyes, the man who was supposed to have everything under control. I’d built an empire from nothing. Survived a childhood that should have broken me. And yet one blurry night, one missing memory, threatened to unravel it all. I couldn’t tell Andrea because I couldn't bring myself to. How can I tell my wife I had sex the night before our wedding and I don't even remember if it was her or not. If it had been her, fine—drunken passion before the vows, nothing more. But if it hadn’t… then the marriage would be poisoned from day one.

Both mafia empires were the largest and stepping on the other's toe was as bad as the latter. “The trade was long signed before the death of Mr Willimas and it was sealed with our marriage” Carlson kissed the hands of Cassandra. “Your wedding? We only saw pictures but there was nothing that came after '' the host announced. Every one of the guests nodded in approval. The host had indeed spoken their minds.

“Riven Kane. La Reina Fantasma. Ten million cash tonight, half the Baja corridor, and my name. Marry me under these stars. Your crew flies my flag. Or I take the coke, the cash, and your head for my daughter’s party.” Wind died. Dust fell. Every finger twitched on a trigger. I laughed, low and dirty, and walked straight to him, boots silent on the salt. “Marriage?” I said, tracing the gold eagle on his vest. “I do love a wedding.”

My husband, Mitch Cooley, has been with me through my fifth year of battling depression. While searching for recipes online, a notification for a late-night livestream for anonymous confessions pops up on my phone screen. "What's the biggest lie your husband has ever told you?" I tap on the notification out of curiosity as my eyes are drawn to the profile picture showing two hands tightly clasped together. The interviewee replies, "I'm still single, but if it's about my stupid best friend, then she'd been lied to by her husband three times. "The first time, her ex-boyfriend died in a car crash while cheating on her, and her now-husband hid the truth on purpose so that she thought the ma

"How the fuck are two vampires going to have a destination wedding at one of the hottest and sunniest vacation places?! I mean, hell yea I would go, but I'm not going to see you two burn into a pile of ashes, geez!" Sam groans, departing rom Liam and snatching the paper back. "No..." he says, then pauses and looks back at Liam. "We're doing a beach night wedding. We'll have Cassandra get us those spells ready for when we want to go out and actually enjoy some real sun, duh!'

Serena We are on our second night already, and it is going to be a sexy one. We have been out all day and went for dinner at five, so we could get back here and have the rest of the night just us. A night of heat and passion. Candles light up our dark hotel room since we dimmed all the lights, closed the blinds and curtains. There is music quietly playing in the background, and a bottle of champagne is chilling, ready for when we are. We wanted to make the most of the night.

Sebastian held her close, his fingers combing gently through her hair as they both drifted in the warm afterglow. The uncertainties from the evening felt farther away now, softened by the honesty they had shared and the physical bond they had deepened. Their wedding night had unfolded in waves of passion, from the bed to the bath and back again, each moment strengthening the foundation of their new marriage. The city lights continued to sparkle beyond the windows, a silent witness to their private celebration. Sebastian pressed one final, lingering kiss to Irene’s temple, whispering words of love as sleep began to tug at the edges of their awareness.