Fiona Wedding Shrek Novels & Stories

“Surprise, Bitch!” “Fiona!?” I gasped as I lunged at her. I couldn’t help myself; my shock wore off and now I was just excited that my best friend was standing in front of me. I hadn’t seen her in what felt like months. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a hug. Her suitcases were piled nicely behind her on the ground. She hugged me back tightly, both of us with tears in our eyes. “I’ve been so worried about you,” she breathed. “I’m so happy you are okay. And getting married! I’m your maid of honor, right? I might forgive you for not asking me if we can get drunk as fuck tonight and you introduced me to some hot werewolf boys.”

In Willow Creek, there is an unspoken rule about wedding processions: never retrace your route. But on the day we are supposed to get married, my fiancee, Emma Carter, orders our entire wedding procession to turn around and drive more than 12 miles back the way we've come—just to catch up with another wedding convoy. I am about to get out and demand an explanation when I overhear Emma talking to one of her bridesmaids, Lena Williams. "You drove more than 60 miles just to make it to Ryan's wedding," Lena says. "That's some serious dedication." Then she glances nervously in my direction. "And now you're making us turn around? Aren't you worried Nathan's going to be pissed?" Emma contin

“Of course. How could I forget? I’m your wife, but apparently my only purpose is to give you a child.” Before Briar could answer, Fiona suddenly slammed her hand against the table. “I thought this was just a normal dinner, but wait a minute.” Everyone turned toward her. Fiona’s face had lost its usual sweet expression. Her eyes were fixed on Briar, and there was something almost angry in them. “Briar,” she said, her voice sharp, “you’re getting a surrogate? You have a wife.” Briar’s eyes flickered toward her. “Fiona, this isn’t the time.”

On her wedding day, my adopted daughter, Sophie Bennett, runs off after transferring the 300-thousand-dollar down payment her fiance, Ethan Carter, has saved for their new home. A few days earlier, while sorting through her old belongings, she discovers her adoption papers. After reading too many stories about domineering billionaires and runaway heirs, she is convinced that she is the long-lost biological daughter of a billionaire. Determined to reclaim her place among the elite and marry a powerful man, she steals the down payment and spreads lies online, accusing her adoptive parents of imprisoning and abusing her. It isn't until my biological daughter appears before me that I reali

Their wedding scandal sent Gardner Group's shares into a tailspin, wiping out half their value and stripping them of their status as one of the top three companies in Bellevue. I, of course, played a major role in making sure that happened. Fred put the blame squarely on Samuel, convinced he was a jinx who had brought nothing but misfortune to the Gardner family. He never looked kindly at Samuel the moment he moved in as his son-in-law. Yvonne couldn't stand the thought of going home to look at Samuel's face, which was a mangled mess since he hadn't gotten to a doctor fast enough. She was never home after the wedding, and her true colors as a total "femme fatale" and a cheat were on full dis

I had no idea who made the call afterward, but I heard the entire bet with my own ears. “Interesting. This time, she’s really gone all out. She’s actually marrying someone.” Someone asked Finn, “What if she’s serious this time?” Another voice answered first. “No way. Everyone knows she won’t marry anyone but Finn. Obviously, he has a new girlfriend now, and she’s jealous. She’s just trying to get his attention.” Finn’s new girlfriend was named Sophie Anderson. He liked her a lot and had pursued her for a long time. She picked up the wedding invitation, glanced at it once, then casually tossed it onto the floor, giggling. “So this is the kind of woman she is? If I were a man, I wouldn’t want

"Who the fuck gave you permission to marry someone else?! You can only be my woman! I was blind before, I see that now. Can you just give me one last chance? Olivia, I'm begging you to come back..." Cold sweat and tears mingled as I shivered painfully in my sleep. It wasn't until my mother pushed the door open and shook me from the nightmare that I woke up. "What's wrong, Olivia? What did you dream about that scared you so much? If you really don't want this, we'll call off the wedding!" "If my daughter doesn't want to get married, I don't care if the entire Falcone family is standing at our door. I will throw them out myself!" I quickly grabbed my mother's cool fingers.

Zaphr gave a non-committal shrug but his enigmatic eyes were twinkling. “Shivani, you are getting married?” “The news has spread.” Shivani gave a wry smile to her only friend. “The wedding is next week.” “Congratulations?” Those weren’t in order but Shivani threw her arms around Zaphr anyways. She was going to miss him and the companionable silence he offered. He stood there like a goldfish for a while before he awkwardly patted her back. “I will miss you, Z.” “It is Zaphr.”

In the past, I would've run off crying. But now, I just rubbed my sore shoulder and faced his friends with a slight smile. "Well, since I'm already here, aren't you guys going to give me a wedding gift?" Tina Jones, who had been standing off to the side enjoying the show, looked shocked at my words. "Wanda, you're not actually treating this like your wedding, are you? Easton, this is getting out of hand. Did we go too far?" Tina was the woman Easton loved the most.

Lorenzo rolled back to the drivers side and locked his chair back in position. “The wedding was lovely. They had a gazebo out back. There were probably about thirty or so people.” “Ria…don’t you dare…” “Oh. And when Felicity slapped the shit out of Sheena. Oh my god. It was like the movies.” Lorenzo pulled back out onto the road, hitting the wheel with his hand. “Fucking stop! That’s so rude! You could have waited and invited me! How could I miss your wedding?” The fake crocodile tears egged me on.