My Last Shot After Seven Canceled Weddings Novels & Stories

It was an unforgettable experience. She nudges me. "Hmm, someone is smiling. Are you remembering something dirty?" I clear my throat. "I'm not remembering anything. Actually, we had fun but then the wedding was cancelled." Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "What! The wedding was cancelled? What type of drama went down there? Did they catch someone cheating or did a terrible ex come over or something?" I let out a chuckle. "You have such an imaginative head," I say, tapping her shoulder.

"A wedding was booked here for today." The priest paused, then flipped through a few pages in his notebook. "Mr. Costello? I am terribly sorry. The wedding was officially canceled five days ago by a Miss Ava Moretti." Canceled? Damian froze, as if he couldn't comprehend the words. "Canceled?" he repeated, his voice raspy in a way he didn't recognize. "Yes, Miss Moretti came in person to handle the cancellation and paid the full penalty fee as required by the contract." Damian stood under the stained-glass windows, watching a beam of light fall on the empty altar, and felt the world spin.

"Blake, let me out! I need to get to the wedding!" Blake frowned tightly and snapped at me, "Noelle was in a car accident, and all you care about is the wedding? The ceremony's canceled! Your best friend's hurt and you don't even care? Are you really that desperate to get married?" I stared at his bloodshot eyes, my voice hoarse. "What does it matter to me whether she lives or dies?" Blake said nothing and floored the gas. The car whipped around a sharp turn, and my head slammed violently into the window glass. A sharp pain exploded across my forehead as blood streamed down instantly.

The night before our engagement, my best man Reese suggested we play Never Have I Ever — our version, where you name something you have that you think no one else does, and anyone who doesn't have it puts a finger down. "Sitting in this room is someone I can't have," he said. Everyone else's fingers went down, except Reese's and my fiancée Molly's. The others erupted in whistles and teasing, not caring that I was right there. "I have the most loyal fiancé," Molly said. "Boring and dull." Everyone glanced at me, and the private room fell into an awkward silence. I was suddenly exhausted. Molly and I had been together for two years. Tomorrow was our engagement party, yet she'd just publicly ad

"As for the wedding dress, try on all you like." "But Elena, using something like this to corner me only wears my patience thinner." "So as the price for that, I've already canceled the engagement party we were planning." "You'd best watch how you behave from now on." I was quiet for a moment, then said softly, "Understood." The line went dead. On the morning of the seventh day, I closed the last suitcase. On the desk, only two things were left. A bullet taken out of my chest. And a wedding invitation.

Three days before my wedding with Adam Wayman, his childhood friend, Diana Smith, came up to us. She ignored me and said to Adam as if it were only natural, “Adam, I know you’re about to get married, but I need you to spend five days with me.” Adam took me by the hand and led me away, just like he always had. Right when I thought our wedding would proceed as scheduled, he sent me a message. [Grace, I’m sorry, but let’s postpone our wedding for five days.] Later, he placed his suitcase by the door and pulled me into his arms. “Grace, I’m sorry. I’m the only one who can handle this project. Wait for me to get back, and I’ll make it up to you properly.” I held him tightly and said, “It’s

My fiancé Damian Crowley and I'd been together for six years. But the night before my wedding, he demanded that I let my twin sister, Chloe Lambert, take my place as the bride. "Chloe doesn't have much time left. This is her only dream. Think of it as granting your sister's last wish." My own parents jabbed their fingers in my face and yelled at me too. They said I owed Chloe my life. It was only a wedding, they said, and I should stop being so selfish. Three years ago, I'd slipped and fallen into the water, and Chloe had supposedly risked her life to save me. She'd been in fragile health ever since. From then on, my family blamed me for everything. I walked on eggshells around them and gav

I’d been dating Julian Mercer for five years, and we were planning to get our marriage license on Valentine’s Day. A week before we were supposed to get married, he handed me a property transfer agreement. “Transfer this house to Vivian.” I stared at him in disbelief. The house had been bought for me by my parents, so I’d have something of my own when I got married. “I’m an orphan. Without Vivian’s father supporting me, I wouldn’t be where I am today. “Now her family has gone bankrupt, and her father died of a heart attack. She’s all alone. “I owe her family a debt of gratitude. I can’t just leave Vivian to fend for herself.” I laughed. “Her father was your benefactor. Why should yo

Seven days before my wedding, my younger sister got dumped. Crying, she smashed my rose bouquet and tore apart my rose-printed wedding invitations, saying that seeing roses made her fall apart. That very night, Mom canceled my wedding. “Your sister can’t handle any more emotional triggers right now. Put the wedding off for a while.” Dad transferred the money I had saved for our honeymoon to my sister and let her go on a trip to relax. My older brother tried to persuade me, too. “You can get married anytime. Your sister can’t be left alone right now.” Ever since we were children, they had always asked me to wait. My eighteenth birthday party was canceled because my sister couldn’t get the gem

The night before my wedding day, I receive a call from my mother. She tells me that my fiance, Ivan Gerber, is in bed with another woman. Shaken and confused, I rush over to his place. When I open the door, there really is a woman I've never seen before standing there. "The wedding is off," I text Ivan immediately. At dawn, Mom arrives after rushing all the way from our hometown. She bursts into the room and pulls me into a tight hug as I sob in her arms. "It's okay," she cooed. "You still have me. I'll always be here for you." Ivan sinks to the floor in front of me, swearing he hasn't cheated. "That isn't my mistress. She's Jean's younger sister. Jean and the others came over to k