Married At First Sight (serenity And Zachary) Novels & Stories

Ashly says, and Alex lets out a laugh. Ashly kisses him with a quick and swift peck on the lips, and Cecily makes a disgusted noise, waving her hands. Ashly ignores it. "Alright," Rose says, standing up and perching sunglasses on her nose. "Let's get you two married in Vegas." *********** "This is amazing!" Seth says it for the millionth time, and Ashly rolls her eyes for what is possibly also the millionth time. The used-to-be beta is like a three-year-old, his first ever time in a theme park.

"Chelsey, Luke's eyes have recovered, so it's high time you two consummate the marriage. You should go over to his place tonight!" This was what Chelsey Jenson's mother-in-law, Josie Suthers, said as they were eating dinner. Chelsey's heart skipped a beat. She said softly, "Okay." She and Lucas Yates had been married for three years, and she'd cared for him throughout that period. But after he'd regained his sight, he'd moved out to live alone.

dad said, and she led my mom to their seats. Then, the two of us stood facing the minister, the quiet murmur of the congregation barely audible. “Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today, amongst the joyous sounds of celebration, to witness Stavros and Alessandra unite in marriage. Through their time together—” The minister droned on and on, the words passing like a blur as my mind fixed on the man in front of me. I wonder what the future holds. Then the vows came. Alex took the ring, and then he looked at me, unwavering. His face was solemn as he spoke his vows.

Uncle Ricardo glares at my husband-to-be but says nothing and Alder who seems to be enjoying himself widen his sinister grin into a maniac smile I am rooted to the spot as the officiant start the ceremony, unable to meet Alder’s gaze “Do you, Alder Kingsley, take Fiora to be your lawfully wedded wife,in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”the officiant asks “I do,”Alder replies.I tremble at the authoritativeness in his tone “Do you, Fiora Wilson, take Alder Kingsley to be your lawfully wedded husband,in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” “I d-do”I stutter, making effort to stop myself from visibly shaking

"Honey, Thomas has agreed to the marriage. I always thought he was a good match, and look—he said yes right away. "He wants both families to have dinner together the day after tomorrow and make it official. I know you like Zachary, but if he doesn't treat you right, just leave him. Okay?" Tears streamed down my face in an instant. I forced myself to say "okay" through the lump in my throat. Zachary, I wouldn't marry you anymore. After such a disgusting betrayal, the sooner things ended, the better. Looking around my home, I suddenly realized—traces of Willow and him were everywhere. I just never noticed before.

Vincent looked at me, his eyes full of warmth and certainty, speaking louder than any words could. We skipped the elaborate rituals and simply exchanged plain vows before our loved ones. Just as the officiant declared us married and Vincent leaned in to kiss me, a disturbance broke out at the edge of the courtyard, followed by a hoarse, unhinged shout. "Natalie, are you getting married? How can you marry someone else?" Everyone turned toward the noise. I saw a man being held back by the security guards at the entrance. It was Zachary. I barely recognized him. His once-upright posture was now hunched, his hair disheveled and his clothes in disarray. His eyes were clouded and wild as he stared

Carlo watched Sloane as she carefully drew her signature on the paper. He had no idea why he was doing what he was doing— getting married. But then, he somehow seemed to be enjoying it. Just a couple of moments ago, he entered the country. As a matter of fact, he was only checking out a property that he had his hands on. But somehow, this woman right here walked up to him with an audacious look in her eyes. And it seemed to have gotten to him in a way no one could have expected.

Our eyes met across the crowded room. No smile. No greeting. No acknowledgment that the night before had changed everything. Yet something invisible passed between us all the same, something so quiet no one else at the table could have noticed. It was recognition wrapped in longing, threaded through with guilt neither of us knew how to carry. There was a question in her eyes, one I couldn't answer. Are you alright? Do you regret it? Are we pretending? My heartbeat stumbled against my ribs. She was the first to look away, lowering her eyes to the wedding binder in front of her as if studying the seating chart required every ounce of her concentration. I followed a second later, staring into m

Rebecca complimented me and I blushed. "Let's go, everyone is already waiting." Serena said and we set out to the reception ground. The reception was a grand affair, with friends and family gathered to celebrate our love. It was as if nothing horrific had happened earlier. We danced, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company, surrounded by the people we loved. As we shared our first dance as husband and wife, I felt like I was floating on air. Zachary's arms were around me, and I knew that I was exactly where I belonged.

While everyone offered their blessings, Seville held me tightly and murmured into my ear, “My Lily, you were always meant to be mine… and I am yours. Our souls are bound together. We’ll never be separated.” A sharp, murderous gaze suddenly stabbed into my back. I didn’t even need to turn around to know it was Sarah. After the ceremony, I stepped outside the chapel and heard voices arguing in a corner. It was Sarah and Blake, or rather, Sarah was complaining while Blake barely responded. She was grumbling that so many members of the Black Fang pack had attended, yet none of them were smiling. Instead of a wedding, it felt more like a funeral. Then, she complained that Blake’s marking bite had