Cerita Malam Pertama Pernikahan Romantis Novels & Stories

“I have never done this before,” Talia confessed as she stood right in front of him after their romantic dinner in the royal villa, they were residing in for their one-week honey moon. He could tell she was scared and innocent. He had only slept with one woman and now he had to consummate his marriage or else all hell will break loose. Talia was likeable and he had no doubt she would be just the right one for him now. Neal titled her chin up and gazed into those emerald green eyes.

Deadly. "Soon," Dante whispered. "After the first dance. After the toasts. Then we begin. Are you ready?" She looked at him. Empty. Functional. The weapon. "Yes. I'm ready." He smiled. "Good. My perfect wife. My perfect killer." --- The first dance. Traditional. Expected. The bride and groom. Their first dance as husband and wife. The music started. Slow. Romantic. Classical. Dante led her to the floor. Took her in his arms. Began to move.

Because in most marriages, both spouses will either be traveling the next day for their honeymoon or will fall asleep blissfully as a result of last night's exhaustion on their first night together, but this is not the case with Kaira and Calix, simply because it was actually not their first night together and, secondly, because they are not an ordinary couple at all. At the mere mention of her spouse, Kaira was already so irritated that she snarled at her cousin, "First night, his ass. And what performance are you even alluding to? The only performance he gave was the almost show that he made during the ceremony. And he is lucky that I haven't yet had the time to confront him about it, beca

It was their wedding night, and Liam, like any man, was captivated by the vision of his stunning bride, unable to resist her. He inhaled deeply, trying to quell the storm of desire within. The softness of her skin under his fingers sent shivers through him. "My love, I didn't... you weren't..." Words failed him, tripping over his tongue. He meant to ask if she was too nervous, too hesitant. However, Celena, resolute, yanked him close and pressed her lips to his, cutting off any protest. Stunned, Liam could only stand there as she pulled away, her cheeks aflame. She looked down at him, defiant, and declared, "Liam, it doesn't matter. You're my husband now. Tonight, ready or not, we'll make th

Soft candlelight illuminated the room, casting a warm and inviting glow. Crystal's eyes widened with delight. "Nate, it's perfect." Nate smiled, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "I wanted our first night as husband and wife to be nothing short of perfect." They spent the evening unwinding in the cozy embrace of the cottage. Crystal changed into a simpler, yet elegant, ensemble, freeing herself from the constraints of the wedding gown. Nate, ever the attentive husband, had arranged for a private dinner. A table adorned with fine linens and flickering candles awaited them outside on a small patio.

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left

She kissed me. And we made love again. Morning light streaming through the window. Our first morning as husband and wife. Perfect. Later, we finally left the bedroom. Hungry. Exhausted. Blissfully happy. Made breakfast together. Coffee. Eggs. Toast. Simple. Perfect. "What do you want to do today?" I asked. "Nothing. Just be with you." "Sounds perfect." We spent the day on the couch. Watching movies. Napping. Making love. Being newlyweds.

As the sun began to set, they headed back to their room, eager to spend their first night as newlyweds in the luxurious suite. As they lay in bed, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, Arielle snuggled closer to Jonathan. "I love you so much," she whispered. "I love you too, my beautiful wife," Jonathan replied, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. They fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, dreaming of the adventures that awaited them on their honeymoon in paradise. As the sun rose over the horizon, Arielle and Johnathan woke up excitedly and quickly unpacked eager to explore the beautiful beach that surrounded their resort. They got dressed quickly, their hea

Nevertheless, we kept our cool, not wanting to pry into their private affairs. Cecelia humbly welcomed the couple back, ready to hear all about their romantic journey, but Malia's response caught us all off guard. "It was the worst experience ever in the history of newlyweds," Malia stated, her voice shaky with emotion.