Max And Roxanne Wedding Novels & Stories

“Of course! So, we could have an instant honeymoon as well. So, please, Lara, say yes, let me marry you." “SAY YES! SAY YES!” Maximo's friend shouted. “Yes!” she responds. “Really?” Maximo asks her. She smiled and nodded her head. “Yes! I love you, Lara Night. Now, you’re officially mine,” Maximo said happily, holding her waist and pulling her. Then, before she knew it, he had already kissed her on the lips; she immediately opened her mouth and kissed him back. “HEY, THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU SHOULD MARRY EACH OTHER FIRST BEFORE MAKING LOVE!!” Heckson shouted.

My assistant had also set up a meeting with a guy that would be shadowing me for the December tournament on Saturday morning . On Wednesday evening I arrived back at the family home. Dexter and Sandra were nowhere to be seen. When I asked my grandfather he told me that; they were up at the Country Club Resort and they were having their wedding there instead of the family property. He also told me that Max has been coming over to help him with some of the paper work he needed to submit for the scholarship program he was setting up. He also asked me; if I was falling back in love with Maxwell?

Max leaned closer as he removed the veil from my face and pressed his lips to mine for a kiss, making my eyes wide, as I felt myself melting into him, and kissing him back. It was a short kiss but so passionate that I barely recovered my breath when Max withdrew, his smile was warm as he looked at me. The clapping sound from the audience helped me shake off the daze and realize that it was real. It was now Mrs. Maximillian Sterling that I was. “Ladies and gentlemen. I present you Mr. & Mrs. Sterling.” The priest announced to the audience who stood up, clapped, and congratulated us. “Breathe, Mrs. Evelyn Sterling.” Max whispered in my ear “And, smile for the camera. We don’t want the audience

Maxwell had just sat down when Lorraine spoke up, taking a sip of the coffee in her hand and blushing a little. "Like?" Maxwell leaned his back back and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I really should have a pet by my side." "What about our wedding?" Ming Rue didn't seem to care about Serena's presence at all, and looked at Maxwell with a hint of love in her eyes. "Held as usual." The man's voice was very thin and his lips were full of sneer.

His voice was cold, laced with sarcasm, though a hint of worry could be heard in it. “It’s not just something I found out, Sir… you’ll be shocked by what I’m about to say, but maybe you already know it too.” Drick swallowed before continuing. “Ma’am Roxane and Calvez are getting married tomorrow morning at the Clinthon Crown Hall, and they’re already preparing the venue!”

"Did the Solbergs even tell him about the date? Who even throws a party at a club on his wedding day?" Wendy was trembling. "And that's the top club in the whole city. It's fully reserved for six months." The Leightons gasped. Roxanne was incandescent under her veil. She cursed, "Are you mad, Evan? Do you even want to marry me? You're messing with models on our wedding day?" Roxanne clenched her teeth so hard, she thought she might crush them. She was already angry about failing her task, and now Evan was flirting on her wedding day. Her fury was nearly overwhelming her mind.

“I, Maxwell Rohan, take you, Reyona Beatrice Dexter, as my lawfully wedded wife today in the presence of God and man, with the promise to cherish our vow until I breathe my last.” “I, Reyona Beatrice Dexter, take you, Maxwell Rohan, as my lawfully wedded husband today in the presence of God and man, with the promise to cherish our vow until the day I die.” As her sister and her husband completed the vows they had worked on themselves and slid the rings on each other's fingers, Toria tried hard to keep her tears at bay as the minister said, “You may kiss the bride.” As catcalls went up among the guests because of the lingering kiss that the couple gave themselves, Toria gave up on her makeup

They were strategically placed in the hall, and had rushed to capture every second of the moment with their cameras. By tomorrow, the news would spread across every major news channel and publication. And as it is now, Roxanne Renwick as a name and person does not exist anymore. She was now Roxanne Sebastien. The wife of the most powerful man in the city at the moment. Ciel then turned to her, and with a lower voice, almost sounding intimate, he said. “You belong here, darling.” She was overwhelmed by emotions and the applause of the guests. She looked at him and without hesitation,she responded to him affectionately.

“Amelia Rhodes, would you do me the great honor of being my wife? My Luna, to love and to protect, for the rest of my life?” I felt the tears coming but couldn’t allow them fall; they’d ruin the makeup. I didn’t trust myself with words, so I nodded, holding out my hands to Max. Max laughed as he slipped the ring in my finger. It fit perfectly. I held it up to the light, trying to believe that everything was real. Then I returned my gaze to Max and collapsed into his hands. I stood on tiptoe, grabbed his suit, pulled his head down to mine and kissed him. The last thing on my mind was the makeup. I kissed him hard; unlike how I’d ever done.

"No, dad. I am not marrying Damien." "Have you lost your mind, Roxanne? Why? I treat you well. I do everything for you, and now, because of one night? You wanted to wait till marriage! You should have told me all it would take to have you was to fuck your brains out!" "I was waiting till marriage, Damien. But you weren't! You lied about the bachelor's party. You were at a strip club! You were mindlessly sleeping with other women a night before our wedding!" I saw colour drain from his face, and he turned to my parents. My mum now had a look of confusion while my dad looked even angrier.