Damon And Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

Or if he was not forced, at least, I was sure the idea did not come from Mason himself. “Was it your idea?” I asked boldly what was in my head. I really wanted to know for my peace of mind. I was hoping that, like the last time, he would be honest with me. Damian did not disappoint me. He nodded and said, “Yes.” We fell into silence, but after a few seconds, Damian broke the silence that cloaked us temporarily when he spoke. “The wedding was my fault in the first place. If only I had told everyone at the church that Damon was missing and come clean that the crew had mistaken me for him, then the wedding wouldn’t have happened.” His voice was still low.

"If you’re miserable, then my night is finally starting to look up." "Hit me if it makes you feel better! Do whatever you want, but don't leave me like this!" I was beside myself. I started pushing him, hitting him to make him let go. "Let me go! You’re creepy!" "Elena, open your eyes! Damon Lambert is never going to marry you! He’s closing an alliance with the de Rohans right now—he’s just using you for fun before he settles down! You didn't know? He’s about to announce his engagement!"

Plain, ordinary Elena Rivers had been chosen by the Moon Goddess to be mated to an Alpha heir. "You feel it too," Damien had said. It wasn't a question. Elena had nodded, unable to speak. "What's your name?" "E-Elena Rivers," she'd stammered. He'd studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he'd nodded once, decisively. "We'll be married next month." Their wedding came, they had exchanged vows, Damien’s vows had been cold. "Alpha Damien Cross, do you take Elena Rivers as your mate and Luna? Do you promise to protect, cherish, and honour her all the days of your life?"

He laughed softly. The wedding ceremony was short. A priest who looked uncomfortable stood before them and read the vows. Elena repeated the words to a man she barely knew while surrounded by people who might want her dead. When Damien kissed her at the end, the kiss felt more certain than the almost-kiss the night before. It was firm, steady, and intentional. When he pulled back, the look in his eyes made her forget her surroundings. The reception took place in a large ballroom with chandeliers and polished floors. Elena shook hands with people who smiled politely while their eyes measured her and searched for weakness.

The hallway went utterly quiet. For a moment, she thought he would refuse. Then Damian Blackwood, billionaire, groom, liar, monster — lowered himself to one knee in front of her. Elena’s heart stopped. He took her hand, his fingers warm around her whisky-slick skin, and slid the ring back onto her finger as if he had not just turned her entire world into a cage. Then he looked up at her. And softly, so only she could hear, he said, “Now smile, wife. Everyone is about to watch us fall in love.”

Damien said smiling at her while his father talked to his sister and Daniel walked away to mingle with his so-called friends. " yes, I've been looking for a way to come visit but Dad always gets something for us to fix which is making us travel every time," Lorena said sighing. "That's good Lo, it makes you think well and productive," Damien said chuckling which made Lorena blush. "Congratulations Mr. Willington " Damien didn't expect to see Elena smile at him with her protruding stomach. He couldn't attend her wedding because he was busy or more he didn't want her to feel scared on her day. “Thank you Mrs. Sabastian " Damien smiled back at Elena who nodded as she turned and left because sta

"Thank you." "Are you ready?" Selene asked. Elara nodded. "Yes." The ceremony began, and Elara walked down the aisle, her father's arm in hers. Damon stood at the altar, waiting for her. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a silver tie, and he looked more handsome than ever. As Elara reached the altar, Damon took her hand. "You look beautiful," he said. Elara smiled. "Thank you." The officiant began the ceremony, and Elara and Damon exchanged vows.

Only their closest friends, family, and a few trusted allies were present intimate, exclusive, and perfect. Elena walked down the aisle in a stunning, flowing ivory gown that caught the sea breeze, her heart pounding with overwhelming emotion. At the end of the aisle stood Damian, tall and devastatingly handsome in a tailored black tuxedo, his piercing gray eyes locked on her with a mixture of awe, love, and raw possession. When she reached him, he took her hands, his voice low and steady as he whispered, “You look like forever.”

Damian didn't answer immediately. Then I heard him say, “Then that's her choice.” My fingers curled tighter around the bottle. A few seconds passed before Isabella spoke again. “Are you angry with her?” “No.” His answer came quickly. “She just needs time.” “And if she doesn't come back?” There was another pause. Then Damian's voice softened. “Whatever happens with Elena, Bella, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” My heart dropped. Isabella gave a small sniffle. “Promise?”

Dana had just arrived at the wedding venue, gorgeously dressed. She hoped she had come here on time as the transformation on Joana would begin anytime soon. She checked the gold watch on her wrist. The wedding was supposed to start at 6 pm and it was already 5:50. No sign of a vampire bride anywhere, she thought as she walked towards the tent. She spotted the groom at the entrance, along with some relatives welcoming the guests that were walking in. She began walking towards them.