Can And Sanem Wedding Night Novels & Stories

“Pray, Elijah. Pray that she forgives me and doesn’t cancel the wedding. If she does, I’ll forget we’re family—and you’ll regret it.” Before Elijah could reply, Caleb spoke up, his voice harsh. “Sebastian, stop threatening him. He’s right about you, you’re nothing but a murderer.” The tension in the room snapped as Older Mr. Ashford slapped Caleb hard across the face, making him stumble. “It was an accident, and we all know it!” Mr. Ashford yelled, his anger clear. Caleb let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “An accident? Is that what we’re pretending it is?”

“What do you think I’m doing naked in your bed?” “No…” he murmured, stepping back, his eyes wide. “It can’t be. Today is my wedding… and you… you’re telling me I slept with my fiancée’s younger sister?” She quickly started gathering her clothes. The last twenty-four hours had been the worst of her life. She had lost the man she loved on her birthday and had the most intense night of her life with her brother-in-law. She should have felt guilty for it, but she didn’t.

I was even more upset when I realized I was unable to answer that question. I woke up to one of the best sight ever. Rehan sleeping next to me, his arms wrapped around me tightly and his face buried in my chest. My body over flowing with pride after hearing his calm breathing and feeling the calm rhythmic beating of his heart. My mind starts wondering how it would be if we were like normal married couples? It definitely would be normal for us to wake up in each other arms. Right?

I left him alone with a smirk on his face, this guy is unbelievably annoying. - The next few days became normal. Working in the company, and spending time with my friends as often as I could until Kim the daughter of one of our partners invited me to a house party. I usually don’t party, especially at the bar. But I never experience a house party, so I thought I could give this a try. Maybe tonight will turn out good. I hope so. The night of the party came. As I sipped my drink, doing my best to blend into the background, my eyes scanned the crowded room. That’s when I saw him—the bane of my existence. David Collins. And not just David—his two brothers were with him. Great.

"I went to his room tonight, our wedding night, and I tried to consummate our marriage, tried to give him what a mate is supposed to give, and he looked at me like I was disgusting. He told me to get out, told me he would never touch me, never mark me, never consummate anything with me. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?" I could see tears forming in her eyes now, mixing with the anger, and part of me felt sorry for her because she was right, that kind of rejection on your wedding night would be devastating, but the bigger part of me, the part that was still connected to Ronan through the mate bond, was singing with vicious satisfaction. "I don't understand how this concerns me,"

I felt Gavin's tongue explore my entire mouth and absent every tooth in it. As he continued to crush my lips, Gavin was trying to join himself to mine quite roughly. "Ah, don't be too rough," I whispered when I started to feel something breaking through what was originally fenced below. "Ehm," Gavin seemed to agree and treated me even more gently. Tonight, I felt different. I was so happy, and I was trying to merge myself with Gavin, who was attempting to integrate himself with me. The gentle touches on Gavin's body seemed to pull me out of the darkness I had been feeling. Had my husband changed? Or was He being gentle just because he was drunk? I hurriedly shook my head away from every ques

She would have to stay strong, and stay on the safe side while waiting for the wedding night. But Cass didn't have to contemplate much. Neil took her silence as before, that condoms were mandatory. With a loud grunt from them both, Neil entered her again, with a condom. Cass was slightly disappointed he had listened, but was also happy she wouldn't have to take any risks she might not be able to live down.

The rough touch carried the intense heat unique to werewolves, as if it could burn my skin. "Then you wait for me to marry you?" His voice was low and hoarse, with an unquestionable majesty. "What? Are you really willing?" He was stunned for a moment, and then asked incredulously, "I am tyrannical and abuse women. Won’t you reconsider?" I looked straight into his eyes and nodded. His smile instantly widened, revealing more sharp teeth, like a wolf that finally caught its prey. "Then it's settled!" There was a hint of excitement in his voice, "But don't worry, after all, you are my Luna. I have to prepare well. I will come to pick you up after I have begun prepare the preparations for our wed

** We were three men, half-drunk and emotionally bruised, sitting in my penthouse like the world had ended and we were waiting for the aftershocks. Santino was halfway through my dumplings. Dante was halfway through his third drink. I was halfway to a breakdown. Then Dante cleared his throat. “I have an announcement.” Santino looked up, suspicious. “You’re not dying, are you?” “Worse,” Dante said, grinning. “I’m getting married.” I blinked. Santino choked on his drink. “You’re what?” “Married,” Dante repeated, like it was a word he’d just learned and decided to ruin. “Tying the knot. Locking it down. Putting a ring on it.”

It was the middle of summer, but I felt like I was sitting in a blizzard, shivering and numb. By 1:00 am, the apartment was still dead silent. The only light came from the computer screen reflecting off my bloodshot eyes. I knew then that Winona wasn't coming home tonight. Looking around at all the wedding decorations, every single one meant to celebrate the happiness we were supposed to have tomorrow. But she had destroyed that happiness with her own hands. Just then, my phone lit up in the dark. When I opened it, I saw a photo of Winona in bed with another man. She was leaning against his bare chest with a satisfied smile.