Mal And Ben's Wedding Novels & Stories

"Rangers forever! Hey! Hey!" The officiant looked between us, silently asking if he should stop as the woman started belting out the Ranger's signature goal celebration song, but Ben nodded for him to continue. I knew there would be fans showing up since the press released our wedding information, but I had hoped the security Cynthia said Ben had hired would have kept them out, at least for the ceremony. “To share in the joyous union of Benjamin Evans and Haven Lynch,” He continued. “She is a jinx! She cost us the season twice already!” The woman screamed, sounding closer, and I looked over my shoulder as Ben tightened his hold on my hand as if he were worried I would run. “Don’t do this!”

" Because I got two students" " Students? Who are they?" Ben looks at Maria and Owen who are standing with rings for their parents. Maria is holding her father's ring and Owen is holding his Mother's ring. " Hope it will be a beautiful beginning of our lives!" Ben whispers, applauding to the bride and groom who just finished their vows. " I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss!" Hearing the priest saying, Marquis's hand reaches her waist, kinda squeezing it gently..." What do you prefer? A French kiss or a gentleman's kiss?"

Raline couldn't find Malia in any of the guest seats. “Hi.” Raline and Devon's eyes fell on the woman standing near them holding a camera. The beautiful woman always wanted to capture important moments like this. “Smile.” “I can't believe my sister will be the cameraman at my wedding,” said Devon, who remained in pose when Malia said she would take a picture of the two of them. The wedding party ended well after the informal event began. There, everyone could dance and rejoice, including Raline and Devon, who were now legally husband and wife.

I quickly look away while Landon helps Ben on standing. "Y-you'll be proud of me mom." Ben smiles so happily. I smile at him. "I already am baby." Landon carries Ben and they quickly joined the others for the wedding entourage. As soon as everyone was ready, I watch each of them walk down the aisle in accordance to how everything was practiced. When it was time for Ben, Landon is accompanying and supporting him. He is holding Ben's hand while Landon is holding the two rings placed over a gold colored pillow.

“I bless this ring and I bless your union,” I brought my left hand out for Malcolm to fix the ring in, and he immediately did the same. My hands shook as I tried to put his ring on, my hands sweaty. “Emery?” Malcolm asked and I finally slipped the ring. I turned to see Kira staring at me with a stern gaze. I had to keep it together or we were going to get caught. “I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” I closed my eyes as Malcolm reached for my veil, tears streaming down my face.

"Just remember—in public, you're a couple in love. The board is watching. Victor is watching. One slip-up and they'll use it against you." No pressure or anything. The drive to the bakery was silent except for Adrian's phone calls coordinating various wedding details. Everything was moving so fast. In four days, I'd be married. The bakery was elegant and intimate, with only a few small tables and display cases filled with beautiful confections. When we arrived, Malachi was already there, looking devastating in a dark gray suit that fit him like it was made for his body. He stood when he saw us, his expression professionally pleasant. "Adrian. Zendaya."

Six years ago, Venice nearly died saving Soren Malcolm from a fire. She lost half her face, her promising career, and the future she had dreamed of. Soren repaid her by making her Mrs. Malcolm. But in six years of marriage, he has never touched her. Never introduced her as his wife or taken her out in public because her scars embarrass him. Never looked at her the way he still looks at Elizabeth, the woman he has never stopped loving. On their sixth wedding anniversary, Elizabeth returns and Venice finally sees the truth. He would never truly love her. Then an opportunity arrives to reclaim the career she abandoned years ago, and Venice makes a decision. Thirty days. Thirty

The days passed in a blur. Before either of them could say Taylor Swift, the days has passed already, leaving the ones that didn't finish their preparations to shame. Most of them were done and today is already the wedding day. They're all scattered in the house by 5 in the morning. The Maliks' were working for the week straight. Yesterday was the bridal shower. Family members from every crevice in world came to the house to celebrate the wedding of the last born of the Maliks' family.

On my wedding day, my fiancee, Alisson Poole, never shows up. Neither do her bridesmaids. I stand alone at the altar all day, enduring a roomful of pitying and contemptuous stares. After 999 rejected calls, I finally accept that she has fled the wedding. Back in our empty home, I see a post from her first love, Rhett Barker. "The art I want to explore with you goes beyond the soul. It includes the body, too." In the photo, Alisson wears the million-dollar custom wedding dress I bought her. She and her six bridesmaids kneel commando at his feet. Their eyes are dazed, burning with raw desire. They look at him like he's their deity, eager to be his most devoted followers. I stare at the

He and Maya would be the first couple to hold a private ceremony there in two weeks, part celebration and part soft launch for the resort's new wedding program. When Ben walked onto the stage with a microphone in hand, Maya's mouth tightened. "Oh no," I said under my breath. "Good," she said. The room settled as Ben tapped the microphone and smiled with the easy confidence of a man who was better at sincerity than he liked to admit. "I'll keep this short," he said. "Mostly because Maya told me if I turn this into a speech, she'll leave me before the wedding and keep the island." People laughed. Maya rolled her eyes, but even she could not stop the corner of her mouth from lifting.