Hotel Transylvania Wedding Novels & Stories

Everyone was waiting for us outside of the castle, lining the streets until we got to the venue and I didn't want to keep them waiting. "Let's go!" I said, hurrying up everyone to come along with us to the venue of the wedding which the promptly did. As I got out into the streets and the first sets of werewolves caught sight of us they started to scream our names and cheer loudly. The streets and so also the castle was carefully decorated to reflect the beautiful occasion. My father; the Alpha King Marverick had brought decorations all the way from the ends of the world to make today special for me.

"You said you would burn the deposit for the venue, Derek, why are you suddenly —" A door slammed. Then another door. Somewhere down the hall, Vivienne began to scream into a pillow. Magot pulled the veil down over my face. "Don't think about them, Miss. Today is your big day." A footman's voice from the hall. The royal carriage had arrived. Adrian did not come to fetch me as the werewolf wedding tradition. The carriage was empty except for the driver and two outriders. Vivienne emerged from her bedroom at the head of the stairs as I came down, her face still had tears on it, and the sight of me dressed clearly surprised her.

Emily and a few of my friends from college also move in for the week, and we basically spent the entire week moving all over Manhattan and trying to make sure that everything would be ready in time for the wedding. That day, Marcus had come to meet me on the balcony in the evening, and he informed me that the hotel wanted information on all six of my friends for documentation. He said it so casually that I didn’t even give it a second thought. We’d just finished having sex, so the endorphins were still rushing through my brain and I wasn’t thinking straight. He handed me a stack of papers, and when I glanced at the first page and saw the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, I didn’t ask any further questions

Dante stumbled backward, his gaze hollow as he stared at the hotel entrance in utter disbelief. The wedding had been canceled. "Ms. Ford canceled the wedding herself," the hotel employee added quietly. Maria's expression turned icy at once. She questioned Dante, "What's going on? Today's the wedding day, but where is she? Didn't you say that everything had already been arranged?" Dante's throat was all clammed up. It took him a while to squeeze out the words, "I don't know…"

In the end, Tyler’s nerves gave way. "So... you’re definitely skipping Jun’s wedding?" Tyler asked, raising an eyebrow. "Charles Whitaker is going. Collins personally invited him." The calm mask on Ethan’s face shattered instantly. "And for the pre-wedding bash, they’ve rented a massive villa on the Skydrivee coast," Tyler continued. "Party all night. I don't know if Charles is staying over, but Collins definitely is." Ethan’s gaze turned to ice. His knuckles whitened. "I'm not going."

She put aside everything that happened that day for now. A wedding wasn't such a simple matter. Along with the set wedding date, the things she needed to do were increasing. After all, the Winchesters were one of the three giants in Hopeldon, and the number of guests who needed to be invited was huge. Countless invitations with gold-trimmed edges were sent out. In the midst of a bustling atmosphere, Hannah's wedding was finally about to begin. Suspended in the air, a white plane danced over the azure sky before it slowly flew down.

“Honestly? I doubt anything could be worse than this right now. Come on, Mrs. Engel. You don’t want me to have to hold my waist and press my hand on my breasts throughout the whole night, right?” Mrs. Engel was still balking at the idea when Deirdre tried to assuage her. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.” Brendan’s wedding was hosted in The Successeur, a luxury hotel in the bustling center of the city. The wedding itself had already become a viral topic for all, and so suddenly, everyone was eager to glimpse at the wedding-of-the-century unfolding from the entrance alone. Deirdre emerged from her ride and let the bellboy lead her into the main hall. As soon as she entered, someone began to whisp

That's how werewolf marriage is performed. I'm happier when we left Linevr, arrived in Cardozen town to present the well-being of our relationship to the community—the deeper purpose of the wedding reception, and held it in the well-known Otakwen's Bar in the town! The cute Little Devils are so happy to welcome us, but I almost did not do the same when I found their formal attire soaked in sweat! "Kids will be kids," in the summary of what Dayana said.

The silence between them wasn’t exactly awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Harry, on the other hand, looked relaxed, one hand resting on his lap, the other tracing slow patterns on the leather seat. She stole a glance at him. He wasn’t looking at her. It was going to be a long night. The SUV rolled to a stop in front of the grand entrance of the exclusive venue. Ivy barely had time to take in the towering, chandelier-lit hall before her eyes landed on the oversized posters plastered across the entrance—The newlyweds to be —Sasha and Adrian, smiling like a power couple straight out of a magazine.

Worst case scenario, saucy underthings give her the confidence she needs to get through the night, right? Right. Holding hands, Mr. CEO, slash Shawn Hotty-Whatever his real surname, hailed a taxi and sped through the city. It pulled up to the entrance of the Love Story Wedding Chapel. He paid the driver, held her hand, and both, under the influence of alcohol, giggling and kissing as they saw him, the man in Elvis Presley's custom, on the sidewalk by the door, already waiting for them. Slowly, deliberately, she stepped out of the taxi after Shawn and let her skirt slide up a little bit so that the lace top of the stocking peeked out a little bit. She looked up, and Shawn's eyes were dark, lo