Lucas Tomlinson Wedding Novels & Stories

"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.

Lucas watched her quietly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. --- A few days later. Lucas had just returned from a meeting when he spotted Lovett sitting on the sofa, a single tear sliding down her cheek. Alarmed, he rushed to her side. “What’s the matter?” With a heavy, grief-laden sigh, Lovett handed him her phone. Lucas scanned the screen and froze. A wedding invitation. The ceremony was scheduled for the weekend. Frowning, he looked up at her. “That’s my husband… and my sister,” Lovett muttered softly, her gaze vacant. “She sent me the invitation herself.”

A year has passed, and we’ve experienced wonderful and painful things together, but we’re fine and strong. Valentin proposed to Lucas, and they had a fast court wedding in April. No one knew but Ancel, and you can’t blame him. He found out the day they wedded. We knew because I didn’t hear from Lucas for two weeks, but his social media flooded with honeymoon and his past lovers called me to confirm if it was true. We’re happy for them but everyone in the family except Konrad hopes they don’t have a child as Lucas’ fertility period ends.

Look, I'm busy okay? 📲Lucas is getting married 📲what? 📲he's getting married to Claudia Buenos 📲that b*tchy lady? What? 📲I actually overhead him telling dad about his plans about his marriage with her when I went to visit dad earlier today. It seems he's going to propose to her soon or maybe he already has 📲why can't he find a decent woman? 📲I know right. We can't afford a witch to be part of our family

"I've been waiting for you for 10 years, Vivian Montero, and you've finally come to your senses now. Wait for me. I'm coming back to the country now." I sighed in relief. Just after I'd booked the next ceremony slot with the wedding officiator, I suddenly heard familiar voices behind me. "Vivian." I looked behind me and saw Lucas Hunter, my fiance, carrying a boy in his arms with Isabella Welch's hand looped around his arm. The boy was Isabella's son, Toby Hunter. They looked like the picture-perfect family of three, and it was too piercing to my eyes. "What are you still doing here?" he asked, coming up to me in a low, interrogating voice. He didn't sound pleased. "Didn't I tell you to go h

Since the incident, Ethan made sure we were properly guided before leaving the mansion even when I thought it was unnecessary. Lucas and I sang along as he drove that one could hardly tell we were going for something serious. Lucas suddenly paused the music to get my full attention. “Did I ever tell you I stalked you for months when I heard of the wedding between you and Ethan?" Lucas asked. “No. You never did” “Well… I am telling you now. Take it as my little confession.” “Although you were beautiful but I just couldn't make sense of why he chose to marry a woman who got dumped on her wedding day barely a week after”

Lucas breathed, his voice barely audible over the splashing water. Lexi had been his childhood sweetheart. They had grown up in the same rich neighborhoods, their families basically planning their wedding before they were even teenagers. She was the only person who understood the pressure of being a Yates before Lucas became the man he was today. But ten years ago, her family had been caught in a scandal and had to flee to Europe. He hadn't heard from her since. She walked toward him, her footsteps light on the stone. "I saw the news, Lucas. I heard about the wedding... and the attack. I saw that you were hurt."

He puts his hands together like he’s praying. Raegan giggles and shoots me a look. “You do kind of owe him.” “You’re absolutely not helping,” Theo interjects as he glares at her. “I’ve helped a lot, thank you very much,” she says with a snap of her fingers. “Besides, this is not why we’re here. We’re here to talk about wedding things.” She points back and forth between her and Wes. “This is the whole reason you’re home,” she says to Lucas as she smacks his arm. “Tuxedos. Tomorrow. All three of you. Ten a.m.”

"I already tied my heart to you a couple of times, Stacey. I waited for you like I promised; having you by my side as my girlfriend is enough for me, but having you by my side as my wife was beyond everything. Stacey Nicole Monreal, lovely woman in my life. My best friend, my girlfriend, would you take a step to become my wife?" I was stunned for a moment. But I was crying and couldn't even speak. "Stacey Nicole Monreal, will you marry me?" He asked again, making me cry out even more. "What do you think, Lucas?" I tried not to break my voice. Lucas smiled at me. And without a moment, he held my hand, pushed the diamond ring to my finger, and when he succeeded, he kissed it and met my lips. "

The morning after Lucian proposes the wedding date, I wake early. Emma’s still sleeping. Lucian’s beside me. Peaceful. Safe. Normal. I slip out of bed. Kitchen. Coffee. Quiet. My phone has messages. Dozens. From last night’s announcement. Sophia: **OMG FINALLY! JUNE 15TH! I’M CLEARING MY CALENDAR! THIS IS HAPPENING!** Julian: **About time. Tell Lucian I’m officiating. Already got ordained online. Non-negotiable.**