Mal And Ben's Wedding Novels & Stories

Benita walks toward me she wore an emerald green velvet dress, it was long and fitted bringing out her beautiful figure, her hair was tied to a ponytail, she wore diamond earrings she made me buy during our honeymoon, it cost me a fortune. she speaks with excitement "You see didn't I tell you everything will work out, and Violet is nowhere to be found". I sigh "is too early to celebrate". Suddenly someone approaches us, Benita instantly grabs my hand. "Good evening to you both, congratulations on your wedding anniversary". It was the minister, Mr Kendall Mayar, short , balled and overweight and his wife Faith Mayar, who resembles a middle-aged model. I instantly shake his hand and kiss his

From covering up disgrace to being proud because it is considered capable of giving offspring. Maureen thought so because there was no wedding reception in sight. Just a simple pair of wedding clothes and a family gathering. She paused to look at some very familiar faces, but couldn't remember their names or where. "No, I don't. He and I just had Samudra a few months ago." Ben's confession dismissed Maureen's suspicions. "That's a picture from when we were in school together." Ben appeared to open the refrigerator next to the pantry cabinet. Call it a kitchen, but the two-meter cabinet was too narrow to accommodate the single stove and sink.

I try to run forward towards Malcome, but Ben's arm wraps around me, holding my back against his chest. "Let me go!" I shout at him, spit flying from my lips with my scream. Malcome straightens his back, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit with a smile on his face. His eyes lock with mine, and I struggle against Ben harder. "You killed him! You fucking monster!" The crack in my voice is evident, and I feel Ben's grip loosen for a small moment. It is enough to slide through his grasp. In an instant, I am in Malcome's face, hands wrapped in the collar of his shirt. The growl that rumbles out isn't mine, but I recognize it as Ben. He is telling Malcome not to fight back, and for some r

The priest started the ceremony and in minutes they were saying their vows, Malia said hers happily while Axel said his without any emotions. Malia didn't care, as long as she was officially a Blackwell, she was happy. The priest announced it was time to kiss the bride and Malia leaned in for a kiss but Axel didn't miss her, he pecked her cheek instead but to the crowd, it looked like a kiss. The wedding ceremony ended in a flash and it was time for the after party. Everyone was present in the Blackwell’s ballroom except the groom, Axel. He was on the balcony all alone with a glass of vodka in his hand.

"Malakai... you are my greatest love and my hardest lesson. You broke my heart, but you also taught me how to fight for what I want. You gave me two beautiful children. You showed me what it means to love someone even when it hurts. I promise to stand by you through every storm and every moment of doubt. I promise to hold you when you're scared, to laugh with you and to never let go again. You are my husband. My partner. My forever. I choose you, today, tomorrow, and every day after." The officiant smiled, his eyes misty. "You may now kiss your bride." Malakai cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. He leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss that tasted of t

Ben ignored her and turned to us, politely asking, "We'll be having a simple wedding next week. Will you attend our wedding?" "Of course we will!" I replied immediately without any hesitation. Lionel and Franz nodded their agreement besides me as well. After a beat, I suddenly realized something. Next week? Wasn't that right before Lionel's Alpha King succession ceremony? Ben's mother pulled Ben aside and argued vehemently with him. I couldn't hear the exact conversation at the distance here, but Ben looked adamant regardless of what she said, so it seemed like I didn't need to worry about Stacey.

My heart still beating strongly. He was intently looking into my eyes. "I'm sorry if I kissed your lips, Aurora." he slowly whisper. I swallowed hard and slowly smiled in his direction. "I-its okay. I know it's all part of the wedding ceremony, Damien." He did not respond, instead, he was still staring intently into my eyes. "Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Harrison... Long live the newlyweds..." We both awoke to deep stares as we still heard constant and endless screaming of congratulations all around us.

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

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.

"My conscience is clear because I haven't done anything wrong. As for you…" Shirley hurriedly stopped her. "Mom, everyone's here to celebrate my marriage. Don't spout nonsense just because you're drunk!" Gretchen stopped and composed herself when she heard that. Then, she said to me, "I didn't say anything. I was just chatting with Shirley's in-laws." Shirley relaxed. She turned to me with a smile and said, "See, Mel? Mom didn't say anything. Let's talk about this after the wedding, okay? We can work things out as a family."