My Sister's Wedding Novels & Stories

He explains calmly and I really appreciate Rhea for doing that, but still, I feel like I’ve robbed her of her big day. “Dad I…” I breathe, hard. “I don't even know what to say. Did the ceremony already take place?” I ask with a worried look masked on my face. I will be completely heartbroken if I miss my older sister’s wedding. “No.” He shakes his head. Relief floods my veins. “The ceremony is still to take place and she asked me to get you. She needs you. And now…” he stops and looks at the busy crowd in the hall before looking back at me. “… now that the main activities are over. The guests are getting refreshments so you are no longer really needed here. If you could sacrifice some time t

[ Caleb Jones ] “Are you sure that you want to take the responsibility, Caleb? You look nervous.” My sister’s voice broke my trance. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a black tux, ready as a groom but my wedding isn’t like other weddings. There was no happiness or enthusiasm from my mother’s side. She opposed my decision since the day one. Even the woman whom I love since the moment I saw her shy and timid body running into her room when she saw me.

I put on a bright smile and joined the group of six. “What are you doing here?” My mother asked through gritted teeth. My smile didn't waver. I simply pulled her in for a hug that was sure to make her more annoyed. “I didn't realise I wasn't allowed to attend my own sister's wedding?” I said still smiling. Said sister was glaring at me so I took it as an opportunity to also pull her in a bone crushing hug, making sure my jewelry of choice was in her line of sight before my body collided with hers.

When he found out what happened, he announced our wedding that same day. It felt like a dream come true. Except it wasn't a dream at all. It was a nightmare. Dylan didn't love me. Not even a little bit. He hated me, actually. Despised me. And I knew exactly why, because marrying me meant he had to let go of the woman he truly loved, Sophie Bennett. And here's the twisted part: Sophie is my sister. My own flesh and blood. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and called him.

My nails were being painted too, all at the same time. For a moment, I closed my eyes and pretended this was my life. Just to enjoy the pleasure of this luxury. But that little daydream ended when one of the Vale sisters, who was chatting with my mother, said, “I heard our bride has a twin sister. I didn’t spot her anywhere.” My mom let out a crooked chuckle. “Oh, yes. Alina. We don’t talk about her much. She felt some party was way more important than her sister’s wedding.”

“Felicia! You’re going to be late for the wedding!” my mom called out. “I’m coming, Ma—just a minute!” I scrambled around the room in search of my purse as I ran out of it. Today was my sister’s wedding, and I was so excited for her. She and Ian had been together since high school, and today they were finally getting married. My best friend, Annabel, was downstairs looking stunning and dashing as ever when I got down.

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

she rolled her eyes and leaned on the doorframe. “Girl shut up, and go inside. Why are we still outside?” I nudged her shoulder, laughing. I followed Evangeline into the already decorated sitting room of my apartment. “What's with all the decorations, Evangeline? ” I wasn't surprised. My sister was very extra. “Well my big sister just won actress of the year, I think I have every right to decorate this much” replied Evangeline. “All my friends are talking about you, what am I even saying..

My soul drifted in the air, coldly watching the wedding that was supposed to be mine take place. All eyes were focused on the center stage at the wedding venue. My sister, Sonia Quade, dressed in the wedding gown meant for me, was saying heartfelt vows to my fiancé, Yoseph Caldwell. "Nia is finally happy now!" My parents kept murmuring in the audience as their eyes reddened with emotion. Amid the crowd's cheers, the newlyweds beamed with happiness as they shared what they claimed were cherished memories.

~«Story Two; My sister's husband (1) MIA I stood quietly in the corner of the wedding hall, watching my older sister Sarah dance happily with her new husband. I had always been the good girl in the family, the quiet one who never caused any trouble. I wore a simple light blue dress that reached my knees with my hair tied back neatly. I smiled when people looked at me, but inside of me I felt nervous and a little lonely. Some minutes later, I saw Alex— My new brother-in-law.