I Object Wedding Novels & Stories

Ivana is a young billionaire, and her management had invited a few media houses to cover the wedding for the gossip columns. Lily retouched the makeup on her face before they joined the flower girls’ procession. Then the main door opened Sammy opened his mouth as he stared at his beautiful bride, dressed in a no hands fitting wedding gown, with her flower crown matching her golden necklace with the soft background music of a rendition of Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. Ivana emotionally enters and hugs her mother and brother first then they hand her over to Sammy as he walks her bride to the altar, he says, “This is it love, the start of our lives together,” they smiled at each other as they mount the

The traditional silver white throbe which Omar wore fitted him perfectly, it was decorated with silver sparkles along the whole length and he had a matching white ghutra placed on his head, on top of that was the tagiyah and holding the two in place firmly was the double black cord, the Iqal. He stood in his room in front of the mirror and glanced at himself through it and thought that he was perhaps well over dressed for the marriage ceremony which he knew wouldn't be taking place.

I went back to the bedroom and pulled the document out from the bottom drawer. The black wax seal was still perfectly intact. But beside it, where the family council's certification should have been, there was nothing. Luca's call came in while I was still standing in the bedroom, staring at that marriage registry. "Baby, I have to go to Italy tomorrow," he said, his voice low and lazy, like he was coaxing me. "The wedding may need to be pushed back a few days. When I come back, I'll give you an even grander ceremony. Okay?"

Since he was bringing it up himself, it not only saved me the trouble but also made me feel relieved. Nodding, I said calmly, "Fine. I'll call the photographer to cancel the photoshoot." Dante was startled. He hadn't expected me to agree to it so readily. Then, doing his best to hide his uneasiness, he continued, "You don't need to cancel it. Isobel says she might never have a chance to get married, so she wants to do a wedding photoshoot with me. That way, she can pretend like she got married as well and won't have any regrets.

I was so busy preparing for my wedding to Harold Lawson that my gastritis acted up. Meanwhile, he was busy celebrating his last night being single with his true love, Ivory Frost. I curled up on the floor, unable to move. I couldn't reach Harold even until I passed out. I woke up in the hospital and saw his whereabouts on his social media. It turned out he'd changed what was supposed to be his bachelor party to a wedding night just for him and Ivory. He was about to become my husband, yet I saw from the video how he made her a heartfelt promise. "I'll give you the best I have. She'll only be my wife in name."

The way his eyes will darken, the way his wolf will surface. A year of waiting. Of stolen kisses and careful touches, of stopping before things went too far because we wanted our wedding night to mean something. It's going to be worth it. When I exit the fitting room, Isla has assembled an entire collection on the counter. The lingerie, yes, but also a silk robe, scented oils, candles, and. "Is that really a vibrator?" I hissed. "Pink matches your skin tone," Isla says cheerfully, handing her credit card to the saleswoman. "Don't worry, I'm buying. Consider it a wedding gift."

Third POV The wedding of Sebastian Blackwood and Irene Murray was nothing short of spectacular. The private island venue had been transformed into a dreamscape of white roses, crystal chandeliers hanging from silk-draped pavilions, and soft golden lighting that made everything shimmer like something out of a fairy tale. The ocean whispered gently in the background, its waves providing a perfect natural soundtrack to the ceremony. Guests dressed in the finest designer attire filled the elegant seating area, their jewels catching the light as they watched Irene walk down the aisle.

Scarlett’s POV I’m here in Ireland for the wedding of my best friend, Lorenzo. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my lips as I watched how happy he was. It’s a garden wedding, surrounded by white chairs arranged in a circle, all facing an arch adorned with flowers and leaves. Under the arch stood the couple and the officiant. Behind them stretched the vast sea, anchored boats, and golden hills. A serene and romantic view. A red carpet lay in the middle, serving as the aisle leading to the altar.

Now she's still asking. I just shook my head before distracting myself with some work. I tried to promote some products on i*. I was just posting to the camera when they noticed the look on my face. I smiled. Why should I be ashamed? This is my job. A job that gives me food on the table. Marissa sneezed before turning to River, I don't know if the smirk on her lips was insulting or what. I couldn’t help but frown. We soon reached the beach where the wedding will take place. The wedding planner was already there and waiting for us.

It appears that we will all march towards the front as I will be on the back with my parents. “Are you ready Riri?” my mom said as I smile and both of them intertwine their arms on mine as I am holding the bundle of flowers on my stomach level. I take a deep breath and everyone that is watching on the side of the green carpet starts to sing a lovely song. The first couples on the front which are Leo and Flora with their crowns and robes walk towards the front where a seat is waiting for them, next are Wei and Lana, followed by Glovia that is like holding a golden box where our wedding bond is placed. Lady Hilda is also holding another similar golden box containing the crown of Vlash beside h