Mlp Fim A Canterlot Wedding Novels & Stories

I stared at the diamond and felt nothing but cold fury. The priest turned to me. “Isabella?” Five hundred guests leaned forward. I pulled my hands from Alexander’s. Slowly. Deliberately. Then I reached for the microphone. Alexander’s smile faltered. “Baby?” I tapped the mic twice. Feedback squealed. Every camera in the room zoomed in. “The wedding is off.” Dead silence. I looked straight into Alexander’s eyes. “And Alexander? You should probably check your prenup. Section 14C (infidelity clause). Since you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for twenty-four hours before our wedding, I now own fifty percent of Knight Corp.”

（Third-person POV） The party celebrating the wedding was held in the grand ballroom of the Vitelli estate. Under the crystal chandeliers, two hundred guests raised their glasses and laughed. Camilla, in a champagne-colored gown that barely showed her stomach, was radiant at Cassian's side. Marcello, the Elder, raised his glass. "To Don Cassian and the beautiful Camilla! To the future of the Vitelli family!" "Cheers!" Cassian raised his glass like a machine, but his eyes were scanning the crowd.

Next to Lilith is Matilda and lastly, Edmonton, who is seated directly opposite Lilith. While Maryline is standing by Adams talking "Decorations will start tomorrow. Last, but not least, Sir Vicent of the Caelum Kingdom the best vicar of the moon god will celebrate this union. He's on his way with your father, King Demons. I think they will be here shortly." she ends her speech with a frowning face. "My father, hmm..." Adams murmurs with disdain. "I'm done for now" Maryline turns to leave "Maryline, inform the tailor that she has two more gowns to sew before the wedding. The groom's sister won't dress like a slave." She says arrogantly.

I’m not doing it willingly. [Why aren’t you replying? It’s our marking ceremony tomorrow. It’ll be held in church. All the werewolves in the pack will attend it. Don’t be late.] On the day of Monica’s funeral, Sophia picked me up as promised. Bodyguards then escorted me as I left the pack I had lived in for more than twenty years. Meanwhile, Randy kept sending me messages. [Where are you, Emma? I’m already at the church entrance.] [Why does it look like a funeral?! This is my marking ceremony, the wedding my mother has been looking forward to!]

Kyla Jackson "What do you mean, what? You'll be getting married first thing tomorrow morning. You have a problem with that?" She said, again in a nonchalant tone. "Aunt Capella, g.. ge.. getting married, ho.. how? But I don't have a boyfriend" I stuttered as tears welled up my eyes. I just hope it's not what I'm thinking. "Of course, I'm not dumb. I know you don't have a boyfriend and that's why I found you a husband instead. You'll be getting married tomorrow and that's it. "

He was reminded of his assistant's words during his wedding, and he called his assistant right away. "About the news story you told me about that day, I want to read it!" He still refused to believe that I would leave him to marry someone else. I had told him before that I would never return to Napleo, and he did not think I would ever lie to him. Eric's assistant searched for the news for a long time. He had to tell Eric the bad news that it was gone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foreman. That news can no longer be found. Someone must have put a stop to the news trending online, but I remember it was a marriage alliance between two mafia families. The bride is the pampered little princess of the Elderon

He just sat there in silence, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes until we arrived. Miami was humid and golden when we landed. There was a limo already waiting to drive us to the venue. “Do you have to be so extra at someone else's wedding?” I asked, my eyes scanning the limousine. He only gave me a half smile. “I'm Miguel Alejandro, I have to be extra sometimes.” The wedding was at a very vast estate by the water. It was filled with tall palm trees and colorful flowers around the property. We entered inside and I gasped at what my eyes beheld.

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

Mia would be mine forever. The ceremony was an intimate and hurried affair, with only a few close friends and family present. As I stood at the altar, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. Mia looked breathtaking in her wedding dress, and I felt a surge of pride knowing that she was now Mia Logan Mancini, my wife.

Yvonne and Samuel, however, looked like bedraggled refugees. In addition, the bride-to-be looked miserable, making it clear she wasn't getting married by choice. Yet, regardless of what they were thinking, the staff did their jobs and processed the marriage certificate. They were even forced to take a photo to celebrate that moment. That was easily the most hideous and strange thing they had ever seen in the city hall. Upon hearing from the chauffeur that Yvonne and Samuel had gotten their marriage certificate, I felt a surge of satisfaction, as if a mischievous scheme had worked perfectly. However, this particular scheme would haunt them for as long as they lived.