Can And Sanem Wedding Night Novels & Stories

Anwen Kieran leans back in the chair at his desk. “To get the sort of turnout the two of you are looking for, I’ve scheduled the wedding for the next full moon.” I suck in a deep breath and rub the pale tattoo on my pinkie. “Three weeks?” “I know.” He shrugs. “But everyone just went home after the peace ball. They need time to tend to their own kingdoms.” “I get that.” Estrella’s not going to like the news, but she’ll understand too. “And Snowcrest?”

He tried to ignore the sound but the knocks are getting louder and louder. Jared was having a nightmare when he was woken up by continous knock on the door. He lazily wiped his tears that the nightmare caused and get up to check out who knocked because he didn't realized that he locked it before he had fallen asleep, and he got annoyed when it was just his assistant, Kane. "What happened to your eyes, sir?" Kane asked when he saw Jared's swollen eyes. "Don't mind me." He said. "Did you cry, sir?" Kane asked him again, but this time he's trying to annoy his boss. That made Jared glare at him to make him stop from asking about his swollen eyes.

I replied in exasperation. Kathleen sighed, and I felt helpless. I didn't know when it started, but every time I tried to get intimate with her, I couldn't sustain myself. Why couldn't I bed my wife like a man? What was wrong with me? I remembered our wedding night when we first shared a bed. She had called out, "Darling, you're amazing! I love you so much." Back then, I could always make her beg for mercy. But now, my body wouldn't even react to physical stimulation.

"You can go now." Sean appeared taken aback, but soon chuckled coolly, "How long are you going to keep this up? Aren't you getting sick of playing hard to get already?" Even as he spoke, his eyes were fixed on me with disdain—as if he already won. I said nothing in return, and shut the door close right then. He didn't seem to expect it, and promptly put his hand between the gap. Furious, he shoved the door open forcefully and stormed inside. "Are you crazy?! It's just a wedding! How long are you—"

The day before my wedding, I discovered my fiancé's close female friend had turned the church into a bloody haunted house. When I confronted my fiancé, Yves Laurent, he blamed me for making a fuss. After I called the wedding off, he suddenly regretted it. - I never expected that Yves Laurent—who always seemed so honest and steady—could harbor such a grim, macabre taste. Our wedding was tomorrow. The whole city's respectable families would be in attendance; if they saw a horror-show themed ceremony, they would mock me without mercy.

I didn't even see them at the wedding ceremony. Only their select family members and important people are invited to the wedding. I can't believe myself that I am now the wife of the devil who raped me. He didn't just use me once. He has taken advantage of me many times. Every time he did that to me, no more tears fell from my eyes. All I do is stare at the ceiling. I'm numb, I can no longer feel pain or regret. Kiss... Kiss... Kiss... The cry of the people who wake me up so that my mind can return to generation.

Now is the time for us to enjoy our wedding night," said Albern. Harnum looked at her husband's face, which now looked even more handsome and dashing. Harnum smiled a very sweet smile. Then, he nodded his head. Tonight was their wedding night, their first night, so Harnum wanted to give and offer the best to her husband. Albern gently pushed Harnum's shoulder until Harnum lay back on his back. Then, he pinned her down. Albern continued to caress that beautiful face, which had completely changed his world. Harnum closed his eyes, he absorbed every touch given by Albern. Until without realizing it, both of their bodies were now both plain without a single thread.

Third Person POV The night breeze rolled across the Warrens’ estate like a soft whisper, stirring the curtains of Lucas’s balcony. The city below glimmered, distant and indifferent. He sat slouched in his chair, a glass of white wine in hand, staring past the view as though he could will the memory out of existence. “I got married to Gordon,” Diana’s voice echoed in his head, flat, final, merciless. The stem of the glass snapped beneath his tightening grip, shards glinting like accusation under the moonlight. Wine streaked down his knuckles. He didn’t flinch. Married. To him.

The Oyster Suite will be there, waiting, with its super-king bed and sunken Jacuzzi and champagne. How many people conceive a baby on their wedding night? Could I find this out from G****e? I type in conceive baby first night honeymoon, then restlessly cancel it. G****e isn’t the point. Lottie’s the point. If only I could stop them. If only I could get in there before they … What’s the word? Consummate it. “Consummate.” The word provokes a vague memory. What was it again? I blink, trying to recall. Oh yes, Barnaby telling me about annulments. I can hear his voice again: It means the contract is null and void. The marriage never existed.

"He isn't aware of their existence. And let's say he finds out about them one day. How certain are you that he would accept them and treat them with love? For all we know, he might reject them just as he rejected you." "But..." "For Zanai and Zara, please reconsider my proposition. You don't have to marry me right away. We can take things slow. For now, why don't you and the kids shift to the Riverside Pack as my girlfriend?" As more couples got on the stage, the music grew louder and the temperature rose. Zain began to feel suffocated in the brewing heat. Loosening his tie, he unbuttoned two of his shirt buttons and glanced at the stairs again.