Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

I was so happy, I was about to cry in joy. But as I walked down the altar, unlike in soap opera, the groom wasn't standing by the right hand side waiting patiently for me with a huge smile on his face, and in addition to what had me stressed out was neither were the best men, except only one of them, Marcus, who looked as dumbfounded as I was but masked it up with a smile.

From all those years of watching him from across my seat in class, I could tell when something was wrong. Nathan squeezed my hand and gave me a small smile. In a couple of months, we’d be the ones exchanging vows. My heart softened at the thought but my attention was dragged back to the altar where Zac’s Adam's apple bobbed. The pastor turned to Zac, his voice solemn now. “Zac, do you take Olivia to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”

"Don't ruin the last chance and opportunity that you have Sophia. God always has a good plan for everything that is happening to you right now." Taking a deep breath, I nodded and gave him back his smile. And finally, the moment of truth is here. We finally reached the altar. And once again, Craig and my parents-in-law after this ceremony, give me one last hug before passing my hand to the one who must take it, Daniel Kelley. He's slightly frowning when he takes my hand, but I just give him a half-smile.

The uninitiated believed it was a product of emotion, so they put their hands on their hearts, moved. Red gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving her at the altar in the hands of Ciro Tonali. Bethany's heart threatened to burst out of her chest from how fast it was beating. The groom could see her anguish. He tried to take her hand to reassure her, but she rejected him without dissimulation and clung to the bouquet of roses she was holding.

The man who, twenty minutes ago, had been balls-deep in my maid of honor. He stood at the altar looking like a fallen angel (dark hair perfectly tousled, blue eyes glassy with what the world would call “overwhelming love”). A single tear (an actual tear) slid down his cheek as I approached. Cameras flashed. Someone in the front row whispered, “They’re so in love.” I smiled. Wide. Beautiful. Deadly. “You asshole,” I breathed, so low only I could hear it. “Today you lose everything.” The hem of my Vera Wang dragged over white rose petals like I was rolling over his grave. My hands shook inside the lace gloves, but I forced them still. I would not cry. Not here. Not for him.

On the day Susie Smith and I are supposed to get married, her childhood sweetheart crashes the wedding. He says he is struggling with severe depression, and his only regret is never having gone through a wedding ceremony with someone. Susie immediately pulls her hand away from mine and announces that she'll go through the ceremony with him. She explains, "Mason, he's ill. Get off the stage and take a ten-minute break. I'll go through the ceremony with him." All 300 guests fall silent, and my parents are trembling with anger. With everyone looking at me like I'm a laughingstock, I calmly remove my groom's boutonniere and pin it onto her childhood sweetheart myself. I say, "Since you two ar

The cat came near the trio. "Yes aunty" Allen was walking down the aisle alone. While the place was decorated perfectly. Kara had done a great job. Decorations screamed Allen and Sebestian. Elegant, charming, outstanding, and eye-catching, Jem was standing on the altar. Simon and Kara, and then Ohm and Jessica, were following him. Sebestian's uncle, aunt, Jace, Cat, other members, and their friends were sitting and waiting patiently for Sebestian and then Allen. Allen went to the altar and stood next to Jem. Her eyes automatically stopped in front of the door where Sebestian was supposed to come out.

I swallowed, staring at the identical studs on my dress, wondering if it was just a freaky coincidence. Looking as handsome as he always has, the Alpha handed the footman his cape before turning to the crowd with a blank face. I watched with bated breath as the vaulted windows above diffused the sky in such a way that the light was flush on him. Amy cleared her throat, breaking me out of my trance. “We should get you to the altar, Your Highness….” “Huh?” I blinked at her. “Your reception…it will be held at the altar right there.”

(I can’t wait to marry you both. _____________________________________________ I stand away from the windows at the back door of the packhouse. I wanted to have a big reveal moment in this amazing dress, so the “aisle” begins at the bottom of the verandah at the back door. Hakeem and Gael will be waiting for me on either side of where the aisle ends up at the altar to Selene with Declan who is officiating our ceremony. Zak walks up to me, looking every bit the alpha he was born to be.

I was about to cry "Don't cry so you won't ruin your make up" "I'm not crying" "Let's go" he put my arm in his as we walked in a line. Katherine and Lisa went in first followed by Mandy, Gabe, and I the last. We walked down the aisle as a song played. I looked straight at the man standing at the altar, he looked handsome as usual, and he watched every step I took. I could feel the butterflies dancing in my belly and my palms sweaty. We finally reached the altar, Constantine had a smile on his face. Gabe kissed me on both cheeks and placed my hands in Constantine's own, Constantine kissed the back of my palm. Mandy fixed the back of my dress before standing with the best man, Adrian.