Is Your All On The Altar Novels & Stories

“You smug little…” “Save it,” Caleb said, yanking her forward. “You’re all out of audience.” “I’ll rip your throat out.” He smiled. “You can try from inside a locked cell.” Then they were gone and the battle was finally over. I looked around once, at all the damage, all the ruined decorations, all the signs that tonight had been dragged through a nightmare. Then I looked at the Elder. He was still standing beside the altar like this whole thing had simply been an inconvenient interruption.

A few hair strands were falling on my face which made me pout, I am sure Jay will fall in love with me again after seeing me. "Like it?" She asked. "Love it... Thank you," I whispered. We both moved out of the tent and once again my heartbeat rose as I saw a bunch of people waiting for me. The path to the altar was made up of white and pink flower petals while the entrance of the altar was made up of blue and pink flowers. God... how perfect it could be anymore? My eyes fell on Jay who was standing at the altar with Ash by his side and I chuckled, were they both planning to take vows together?

They were all cold but expectant. This wasn't a celebration. It was a gathering of power. At the far end stood the altar—elevated slightly above the rest, designed so everyone could see exactly what was happening. White florals framed it, expensive and perfect, but even they felt like decoration for a transaction rather than romance. Men stood along the walls, near exits, behind pillars. Eyes scanning. Bodies still. The kind of stillness that meant violence could happen at any second. And at the center of it all, he stood.

The guests were too mesmerized by my ring bearer to even notice what was going on on the altar. “Lola, what’s going on? I don’t understand.” “Of course, you don’t. When have you ever understood anything other than sticking your penis into holes?” And right there, by the altar, she took both rings from Kaleb and dumped them on my hand. The ring box had a paper under but that wasn’t my priority now. “Have a wonderful day with your family instead.” She said and took off. It was then that the guests noticed what was going on.

Rachel snapped out of it and nodded. "And I thought he wasn't the kind of man who'd do this. Guess I was wrong. I can't believe he'd stoop so low. We'll carry on with the ceremony." Jonathan smiled and slid the ring down Rachel's finger. Then, he kissed her forehead. "Will you spend the rest of your life with me, Rachel?" She wanted to tell him that this whole ceremony was nothing more than that—a ceremony. It had nothing to do with promises of eternal love. That was for Leonardo, but what came out was, "Yes."

My confusion mounted as first Mama then Su lay their bouquets of Poppies on the altar I noticed it then. My eyes had only been on my women, unsurprisingly, but the altar didn't have the traditional cross on it, but a terrifying and beautiful figure: A man, muscled and clothed only in a scrap of leather. His head was that of a stag, with many points, and I knew that he was the one my ancestors had bowed before. Maybe I should have been shocked or horrified, but it seemed natural to me at the time.

He finally understood. This wasn't a wedding. It was his execution. "No… It's not like that!" He suddenly lunged, a man possessed, scrambling down from the altar.

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

"Anna, is there no line you won't cross because of your pettiness? You've cursed our son again and again. Don't you think that's bad luck?" My fury was so intense that it swallowed my voice. Chloe yanked the phone from my hands and snapped, "No mother jokes about their baby! The funeral is at 182 Oak Road. If you and Michael have even a shred of doubt, come and see for yourself!"

I turned around, ignoring Liam, whose expression had shifted slightly. Instead, I raised my hand and snapped my fingers toward the control booth at the back of the banquet hall. "Put the feed up on the big screen." The screen flickered. Our giant wedding portrait vanished. In its place was a crystal-clear phone livestream interface, the comments scrolling wildly. The title of the stream was clearly visible: [Emma's Wedding Countdown!] In the top right corner, the live viewer count was climbing at a terrifying speed. It had already surpassed one hundred and fifty thousand people.