I Object Wedding Novels & Stories

New, familiar voices rise in the gym. “Exactly. I want it to be a grand wedding. Make sure the wedding band is a diamond one that'll fit her pretty finger. I heard women her age love BDSM too, buy lots of its equipment too, so we'll do it on our wedding night…” “Hmm, noted, Raven.” I turn slowly, surprised to see it's Raven. He has a cigar in his hand, smoking as he directs Igor on what to do, and from the sound of it, he's still planning hard on his wedding to the girl, whoever she is.

I guess he must have done the same. "In the name of God, I, Jayden Alex Russell, take you, Isabella Gracia Rodriguez, as my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, til death do us part." He slips the diamond ring into my middle finger, making tears spring to my eyes. This isn't real, I keep saying to myself. This isn't real. This isn't a real wedding. It is just a facade. It will soon be over in a year.

The wedding was elegant yet intimate, with white roses, golden accents, and chandeliers that sparkled like stars. Izzy walked down the aisle in a stunning lace gown, her hair swept into an elegant updo. Maya walked ahead of her, scattering rose petals with a wide grin. Dante stood at the altar in a tailored black tuxedo, his heart pounding as he watched Izzy approach. She was breathtaking, but more than that, she was his.

The Sound of the Wind Year of the Roses Floral Season The Highlands Altsas Kyan IT'S BEEN A WEEK since my marriage to the woman of my dreams. To the woman who's thoughts move the Earth. A whole week was kept aside for the wedding feast before I was permitted to take my bride away on the honeymoon. Now, I sit under our favourite tree weaving a flower crown for my bride. The cold pendant, a gift from Isla which also happens to be the heirloom of her family is pressed to my chest underneath my shirt on a gold chain.

Cameras flashed immediately like thousands of fire flies but that didn't get my attention. My dad threw a step and I threw mine, absent mindedly. We walked into the glass house that stretched and I paused. The flashes from the cameras intensified and the crowd stood up on their heels. I gaped at the amount of people present and turned to my dad who gave me a reassuring nod. I smiled at him and my eyes caught something behind him. It was a glass shaped flower, with a little painting of white and red that made it pop. My mouth dropped and I blinked twice to be sure of what I was seeing. It was still there, it wasn't a dream just like my gown wasn't a dream. I took a step and looked around, it

I sit at the back of the conversation, perfectly content. Until my mother claps, “I hope you guys forgive me, I took the liberty of booking a hall for the wedding.” “What?!” I splutter. She smiles shyly, “The company just closed a deal with Firetween, and they said it would be good for our image to be inclusive.” Ivan glances at me, I don’t miss the question in his eyes. “Mom, use plain words.” She laughs. “It’s a gay wedding. What better way to show that the Valentine group was inclusive than this?”

Iqmat removed her legs, bend a little facing the lady. “From your post I saw on i*******m right now, you are a professional event planner right?” The lady looked at Iqmat’s mother as Iqmat asked this. “Yes Ma” Said with smiles. “You should have known all what to do and will makes the wedding suitable. Carry out and not need for you to be asking me or even come here at all” “Yes ma! But you have to see this and choose some that you like Ma” “You can use any colour, I don’t have problem with that” starring at the lady.

My wedding day had finally arrived. On Valentine's Day, the most secretive and heavily guarded private island in all of Sicily opened its doors to welcome mafia families from around the world. Ivan brought me back to Sicily and married me in the grandest way possible. The wedding was held in a century-old, hidden church perched on a cliff that overlooked the deep blue Mediterranean Sea. When I stood at the entrance, the soft candlelight made my wedding gown appear almost dreamlike. This gown was personally commissioned by Ivan. The entire dress was adorned with diamonds, and hand-stitched pearls embellishing the hem. Every stitch represented his love for me.

"Listen, principessa. I'll propose when I'm ready. You know who I am. Stop with the tantrums and games. Do you understand?" For a moment, I didn't know how to argue back. "Hold on. You got it wrong. Those—" Lorenzo raised a hand, silencing me without a word. A few quick instructions to rest, and then he was gone. I hurled the pillow against the door. Then, I took several deep breaths before picking up my phone and finally focusing on picking a wedding dress. The photos my parents had been sending kept piling up. Their text messages also seemed warmer and more approving than the last.

Every one was waiting with their hearts on their mouth, be it the people inside the hall or the audiences at home who were watching the live telecast of the wedding. "I DO" Justin's deep voice rang throughout the hall. Do you, Ivana Williams, take thee Justin Merchant to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death makes you apart." Ivana felt as if her throat dried and she's feeling difficult to breath. But she knew she had to do this. "Dad, mom. I'm doing it." she prayed and squeezed the bouquet in her hands and said,