Mal And Ben's Wedding Novels & Stories

A static sound began to play from Ben’s computer and he told us, “The wait is over. Damn, I'm good!” Emile and I hurried closer and listened to everything being said as Ben dialed in and the static reduced. The first thing that we heard was random, casual chat amongst people, but then I heard the devil’s voice announce, “We are getting married.” I slammed my hand on the table in triumph. “Yes!” Both Ben and Emile looked at me in question, but Emile was the one to speak up, “Man, you are incredibly happy for your girl to be marrying somebody else.”

I feel the stare before I turn to Maria. “Will you stop?” I mutter. She says nothing but her eyes lower to my swollen belly, making it so obvious she had been staring. “Maria Vega.” “Theresa Carter.” Pink colours my cheeks. I hide my face in my palms and she bursts out laughing. It still feels so surreal being Mrs Carter, Ben’s wife. Our wedding was small and private like we both wanted. Aside from our family, we had our friends. Maria. Leah. Mira. Calum. Olivia also showed up. She and Ben are still in contact. We are kind of cool.

replied Rianty. Mr. Malverick just smiled at the words of the two students. "I'm coming to your wedding, Sir," I say when Mr. Malverick arrives at my desk. Mr. Malverick smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Ella. Dress up pretty," said Mr. Malverick. "I will not disappoint a happy newlywed couple," I replied. Mr. Malverick chuckled at my words. Mr. Malverick's marriage which is getting closer makes Becca, Veronie, and I even more busy preparing all the equipment for Mr. Malverick's wedding party.

This time, there was no music, no guests—just Benjamim standing before her, waiting to make her his wife. If there was one thing she’d never forget, it would be Adam’s genuine smile, as if he truly understood what was happening. He repeated several times on the way back to Benjamim’s house that mommy and daddy were married. They acted like strangers, yet they were now married. Since there hadn’t been a kiss, there wouldn’t be a wedding night, and Antonella found herself strangely disappointed by that fact. When they entered the house, Benjamim’s expression turned hard and dark. Antonella didn’t understand what was happening, and when her eyes rested on Carlota, she regretted not asking him h

Maliah asserted. "Of course I am, I am so honored," "Yeah, sure you are, thank you, Alyssa, I love you," Maliah said and they both embraced each other. Later that night, Pontius and Maliah agreed that their wedding should be done the next day, so Darrell could head back to his quest quickly, so they informed everyone about it including queen Thalia, Darrell, and Alyssa. The maids worked all night to ensure that there were different dishes available for the wedding.

All of them were of great taste and earned the envy of every woman in Merchant City. The bride and groom appeared at the entrance amongst the melodic music. Malcolm was wearing a hat, whereas Heather had a ribbon tied around her neck. The two looked a little strange, but thankfully, these were just minor flaws in an almost flawless wedding ceremony. After reading their vows and exchanging their rings, the wedding was officially over. The final part of the event was the cake-cutting. Malcolm's arms were around Heather, and the two of them looked like a match made in heaven.

Up on stage, Benjamin and Milada forced stiff smiles, desperately trying to salvage what was left of a wedding that had just collapsed. No one had expected the wedding of the year to end like this.

You don't need to ask for my opinion. While munching on a piece of toast, I curtly said, "Got it." He wanted me to keep things simple, huh? Well, the wedding wasn't going to have any photos, guests, or an officiant. It wasn't even going to have a bride. Dante looked at me as I calmly ate my breakfast. After giving it some thought, he added, "After the wedding, let's go to Aerona for our honeymoon. I know you've always wanted to go."

Malia thought bringing up her mom might help make Ben reconsider, but her loud mouth had finally caught up with her. Ben smirked darkly. "It's my word against yours, you lying whore." He groped her small tits savagely, squeezing them like stress balls, nails raking over her bruised nipples until they hardened into painful peaks. Ben was done thinking. He wanted that little white pussy. He'd have it all he wanted, even after the wedding. It was fair. His dick would keep Malia in line and help him feel better about marrying a whore. He dropped to his knees, his tongue plunging into Malia's pussy without mercy.

Benita asked returning her attention to him. “Fine.” Benita shifted in her position, feeling awkward. “I wanted to speak to you about something….” “I'm busy.” He cut her off. “What about right now?” “As you can very much see, I was about to go home.” He gestured towards Marley, then something flicked in his eyes and he smirked. “With my wife to be.” Marley grimaced. Benita's eyes moved from one to the other. “Wife? So it's true. You are getting married.” Her voice cracked and Marley was as confused as ever.