Fm Wedgie Story Novels & Stories

This wasn’t just a wedding. This was a reclamation. A choice, for safety, for family, for love that didn’t hurt. We kissed. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t staged. It was quiet. Warm. Real. Like finally closing a book that had stayed open too long. After, there was laughter. Applause. People hugging. Ester wouldn’t stop crying. “You did it,” she kept saying. “You made it.” Gabriel grabbed Alessandro's finger as Alessandro picked him up, kissed his knotted hair, as he spoke

While Adrian noticed Amelia's gestures, he failed to make out what she was trying to hint at to him. So, he chose to pick up his teacup and sip from it. Having realized that, Amelia was rendered speechless. Adrian really was an amazing son. Seriously. After Hector took his seat, he made small talk with Jedidiah for a bit. They were mainly talking about things unrelated to the marriage alliance. Once the small talk was over, Jedidiah suddenly asked Adrian, "How are the preparations for the visit to the Fords coming along?"

As he walked past a nearby hospital ward, he suddenly heard Whitney’s voice coming from inside. “Dylan is such an idiot. I’ve been playing him like a fiddle." Chuckling, she added, “He is hardworking in bed, though. Just a shame that he's stupid, thinking you're his loyal secretary. By the way, that whole setup at the design competition and Maeve's frame job was only made possible by you bribing that intern. Too bad Jasper had to ruin it.” Then, a man’s voice chimed in, “That guy has always acted like he's better than everyone. If he weren’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth, who would even look at him?”

he jokes in a low voice. Adam used to be a very introverted guy, but years of friendship have made him more comfortable joking and teasing about the little crush he had on me in the past. The problem is, his teasing is the last thing I need right now. I grab the first object I see in front of me and throw it at him. Adam groans when my agenda hits his head. At least my aim is still perfect, a small consolation for what's left of my dignity.

Wendy's head jerked to the side, and the rims of her eyes went red. Something pulled me back into the past. Wendy, Summer, and I were childhood friends. Summer and Wendy were pro skiers, and they put their lives on the line to marry me. Both women leaped off a 300-foot-tall platform and nearly died. I refused to see them getting into another life-threatening case. So, I cruelly rebuffed Wendy's advances and got engaged to Summer. I even gave her my kidney so she could live. … The day before our wedding, I saw her cheating with the underprivileged student I sponsored. Joe gripped Summer's waist and grinned at me, saying, "You don't last as long as I do in bed. That's what she said."

My eye twitched as I looked down at the item placed before me. It was a silly thing to get mad over. I knew that. I understood very well, but I couldn’t help it. Wife Appreciation Day should have been something perfect, something wonderful and Jay had tried, bless him. Really tried. However, the dress he picked out for me was far too big. Like two sizes too big.

Without clearing the problem at its root, there would be no end to trouble in the future. Upon seeing the indifference in Woody's eyes, Macarius had a bad premonition. He nervously said, "You can't kill me, Henderson! I'm a member of the Martial Arts Union. The president and senior members of the union are good friends of mine. We often dine and hang out together. "If you kill me, the Union won't let you off!" The Martial Arts Union. This was the second time Woody had heard of this name. The first time was on the note his mentor had left him—his second wife was Jaycee Edwards from the Martial Arts Union.

If I sent her away, then I would be disrespecting the Mafia king who had set up this alliance. An alliance that had been three years in the making. It had cost blood and money and the kind of painstaking diplomacy that men in my world were not naturally built for. After much concession, the wedding had been set for today, and every significant figure in the northern syndicate had attended it. These men would rather be caught dead than find themselves at a wedding, which went to show how important this event was. If I walked into that room and announced the bride was dead and the woman standing beside me was her twin sister, there would be no recovering the evening.

Manfred took a drag of an expensive cigar, then stubbed it out aggressively in an ashtray. He said angrily, "Tell me what you did wrong." Wade said mournfully, "I shouldn't have taken your Gold Card to show off and gotten into this state." Manfred looked frustrated. "Your biggest mistake was that you couldn't even compete with some piece of trash! "You even got yourself beaten into this state! If this gets out, it'll be an embarrassment to the Zahler family!" Wade thought about the injuries all over his body, and he gripped his uninjured left hand tightly.

I interrupted her and continued, “Wendy, Damiano is dead. I’m as torn up about it as you are. You’ve lost your adoptive brother, but I’ve lost my fiance on what should’ve been my wedding day.” At this, the men all sighed. I moved to touch Wendy’s belly. “How many months along are you now?” Wendy was a little dazed, and she carelessly answered, “Eight months.” Realizing that she had made a mistake, she quickly covered her mouth. Eight months ago, Damiano had been attacked. While I tried to save him, I got shot in the abdomen and lost the ability to carry children. I found everything terribly laughable. “Who’s the father? Once Damiano’s funeral is over, I’ll throw you a wedding.”