Father Of Bride Part 2 Novels & Stories

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

I offered him a smile and patted his cheek, "Dad, if you cry now how will you walk me down the aisle. I need you at a hundred percent in case I choose to kiss the floor instead of Silas." "I'm good, I'm good," he muttered, adjusting his black bow tie. My dad looked smart in his tux. The music began playing and I watched as Victor shifted into his slate-gray wolf that managed to match the white fairy lights decorating the area. The bridesmaids made their way down the aisle with their partners and as each couple made it down, I clung into my dad's hand tighter, the nerves finally setting in. "Don't be nervous, baby," Silas' sultry voice echoed in my mind and I visibly calmed, "This will all be

The man in the picture looked identically similar to his uncle, Park Hoon, "Are you sure he is my father?" The old man handed him another picture, "If you don't believe me, this is the wedding picture of your parents. I took the picture myself," He pointed to the bride, "That's your mother, Natasha Jane Junior, a cardiologist. Your father was my close friend," Austin frowned in confusion. The woman in the picture, the bride was indeed his mother. Her smile was huge and her face radiant with happiness, a look he had never seen, "Where's my father?" He raised his head and stared at the old man, almost desperately. He didn't know what to feel towards his father, whether it be anger for leaving

“Well, since you finally declared your love for this beautiful boy SITTING on your lap, we decided to make it official and traditional.” His mother said and walked to them. She couldn't resist as she touched Tristan's face. “Oh wow, he has a very delicate body. You've got good eyes, son!” His mother teased both him, to Tristan. “Yes, your mother is right!” Mike rolled his eyes at his father's remarks. He knew his father would take his mom's side even when she was wrong. “So who is the bride and where is she?” Mike asked not because he actually wanted to get married, but because he wanted to know what was under his parent's sleeves.

My father’s speech wraps up a waiter comes to take my plate and deliver a glass of champagne to Daniel and sparkling cider to me. “To my daughter, the beautiful Fay,” my father says, looking at me adoringly as he raises his glass in my direction – Fucking snake, is all I can think. Because I know, now, precisely what he did to Kent. “And to Daniel, her perfect match!” Around the room, everyone raises their glasses into the air. Daniel and I, smiling, follow suit. “Together they unite two old Sicilian families in a new era of commerce and joy! To the bride and groom!”

She is fully intending to make me suffer until I can get her into bed. Oh, yes, we are going to get along splendidly. My long strides quickly eliminate the distance separating us. Taking her hand, I hold her gaze as I press my lips to her gloved knuckles. “I very much approve of this dress”. She blinks slowly as a corner of her luscious mouth lifts. “I had a feeling you might”. “Step aside, boy”. My father says, shoving on my shoulder. “You're not supposed to be this close to the bride until you are exchanging your vows”. He offers her his arm. “My son is a savage. Allow me to escort you to the parlor”.

"No honey, please, that is not the case. I was not familiar with her at all, and I did not sleep—" Because Loisa's hand flew up and hit him in the face, he was unable to finish what he was trying to say. "Put an end to this shambles, Gavin! Make it right! I have never before experienced the feeling of being embarrassed until today!” It was his father who spoke. "I don't think your son would be able to fix it, and there's really nothing to fix anyway because we're leaving right now," the bride’s father said, furiously He walked in and nodded at his wife and daughter before assisting them with leaving the event hall.

she said to the elderly man walking towards us. He had light brown hair like mine with a few places covered in grey and a grey short beard that connected to his mustache. “Yes yes she does. My Son has eyes like his father's.” He took my hands in his and kissed it. “Welcome to the Giordano House my dear. I am Ricardo's Father” “Thank you Sir” I smiled, but more comfortably this time. His family liked me. “My boy, how have you been?” he gave Ricardo a handshake.

I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect. My bride was perfect and I was glad that I didn't reject her in the first place. I liked the way she was eating her food without thinking of being fat because humans nowadays kept cutting their food for looks which made them thin like a stick. . 'Cade', My father's angry voice roared in my ear. I sighed, realizing that he figured out that I was with my human bride. I had to talk with him and share my decision with him. .

For a long time, the room was empty, and I moved the image forward, but when my father appeared in the image, I slowed it down and listened. He sits and reads for long moments, but when he picks up the phone, everything changes. - My dear, was something wrong? Ummmm, when is the funeral? The day after tomorrow at 10 am? Pick me up at the office tomorrow at 4. Let's go together. Yes, we spent the night in a hotel. 2 bedrooms? – he laughs – My dear, we are going to get married. Bring 10 men to be sure. Sarah! Whose funeral? And where? Fuck, I have to go. He wants to sleep with Sarah.