Lucas Till Wedding Novels & Stories

" He avoided my gaze, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. "Maybe next time. Our people have been clashing with the Babocci family lately. I can't get away right now. Stay as long as you want. If it makes you happy, you can stay there a while longer." How kind of him. I lowered my head to mask the bitter smile. But I already knew the truth. His and Elena's wedding was this Friday. Lorenzo could block me on social media, but how could he possibly hide a wedding that grand? He wanted me away so that I wouldn't act on impulse and ruin the meticulously planned event.

Lucas gently cupped my face. His kiss was light, soft, full of promise. The church erupted in applause. Flashes popped everywhere. Reporters clicked their shutters like crazy. "Congratulations!" "So beautiful!" "We wish you a lifetime of happiness!" The cheers surrounded us. Late night. A penthouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over all of New York, a river of glittering lights. Lucas gently removed my veil. His movements were slow, careful, as if he were handling a priceless piece of art.

After I took off the elaborate custom-made gown, my father considered for a moment before finally speaking. "You should meet Lorenzo tonight. The wedding is tomorrow. It's not right that you two haven't met." I hesitated for two seconds, then shook my head. "There's no need. I trust your judgment, Papà. I trust the man you've chosen." My mother, always the most perceptive, immediately saw the sadness hidden in my eyes. She shot my father a look, signaling him not to press the matter.

'' Tina talks laughing I put my head out of the bathroom and face Tina, who's laughing. ''Then you want too much for a country girl! I don't go out there having sex. This, for me, has to be done with love. You have to give yourself to someone because you love that person! I loved Lucas. I don't think I'll ever love someone the same way again,'' I say, whining, going back into the bathroom.

Does that mean I travelled to the past? I walked out to see if it's really my wedding day or I'm just assuming things. It still feels like a dream. As I walked out, I saw Lucas and Natasha were making out in a corner. They were always doing this behind my back but I was dumb enough to see their real face. I took my phone and clicked some pictures and recorded it as well. Then I went back to my place and sat on the chair. I remember this day was so special for me. I was so excited to get married to my love.

I had to find the right moment to speak with her—to convince her to let me walk away from this farce once and for all. But just as the thought crossed my mind, Lucas’s grandmother smiled warmly at me. “Little Natty, when are you and Lucas finally going to have the wedding? You’ve been engaged for so long…” My face turned pale. Before I could respond, Lucas spoke first. “Grandma, I’m ready,” he said smoothly. “We’re actually just waiting for Natty’s consent. Let’s pick a good day to get married.” I snapped my head toward him. What the hell is he talking about?

After they both undergone some magics by witch on Lucas to make him feel having an interest on Melanie to be his Luna. This is the reason why Lucas was rejected Jessica during their wedding while in front of everybody and her family too. Before then, even Jessica had known that Lucas was been in hatred about her all because of the accidental last night that the both of them were drunk. But Jessica doesn't think Lucas can even reject her in such a bad mood. But probably when he do so, Jessica doesn't have any doubt due to the kind of hatred he had been showing on her. Lucius and his girlfriend Melanie are does they had set up everything.

His wheelchair moved smoothly, his hands steady on the wheels like he’d been doing this his whole life. I stayed a few steps behind, my fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of my dress. What now? I wondered. What do two strangers do after a wedding like this? It wasn’t like I’d seen in the movies. No romantic glances, no shared smiles, no whispered promises. Just awkward silence and a big, heavy feeling in my chest. Lucas finally stopped in front of a door, pushed it open, and wheeled himself inside. “This is it,” he said plainly.

The world outside blurred as memories pushed in, uninvited and sharp. I’d been so excited last night. I’d finally managed to track down the limited-edition sports car Lucas wanted. The one he said would be his dream car. There were only 3 in the entire world. I’d imagined surprising him, imagined his smile, imagined a perfect moment before our perfect day. But when I reached the hallway outside his hotel suite, I stopped. The door was left open and Lucas was talking. He was Laughing. "I’m not ready to marry Ella yet,” Lucas said. “I want to have some fun, and Ella isn’t any fun.”

"W-what did you say? Lucas has a meeting with a wedding organizer? So, Lucas is really getting married next week?" In response to these questions, Felix immediately nodded. Instead of hiding or denying, he confirmed what Deasy had just asked him. "Yes, Ms. Mr. Lucas is indeed getting married next week. I'm currently double-checking the invitations and the list of guests." Felix said, pointing to the stack of papers he was holding. After Deasy examined it carefully, she realized that what Lucas's assistant had been holding was wedding invitations. In fact, she could clearly see Lucas's name written on the front of the invitation, along with the wedding date.