Nightmare Weddings Novels & Stories

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

I almost can’t look at the texts. It’s like spying. It’s like rubbernecking a car crash. But I have to, even though they make me want to clap my hands over my eyes. Lottie and Ben are having the worst wedding night known to man. No other way to put it. It’s horrendous. It’s ghastly. And it’s all my fault. My stomach is one big guilty, acidy twinge. With every bulletin I feel worse. But it’s all in a good cause, I tell myself sternly, already clicking on the new text.

Damien blinked and kissed my forehead. A glimmer of hope stirred within me as I saw a chance that he might accept my plea. "We will have a grand wedding and..." "Grand wedding?'" I cut him off before he could say anything else. "What happened? Don't you want it?" He asked me "As far as I know you had dreams about your wedding" Not anymore! Because this is not a normal wedding, the way I always manifested. It is going to be a death of mine. I don't want anyone to witness my pain.

As Harold's parents comforted me, they pulled me into their car, and we sped toward the wedding venue. Inside the church, the center aisle was covered in Juliet roses, the kind of arrangement that must have cost a fortune. At the altar, the pastor was already reciting the wedding vows. Before him stood Leila, wearing a gown worth tens of millions, and Harold. She gazed up at him with bright, loving eyes. Just as they were about to exchange rings, with romantic music drifting through the hall, Derek charged in and shouted for the ceremony to stop.

She wiped her face, stood up, and walked toward her flat with the stride of a Queen who had just declared war. The Festive Nightmare Across town, the Knight Mansion was a whirlwind of expensive chaos. The "Wedding of the Century" was minutes away. The ballroom was a sea of white orchids and gold-leafed chairs. High-society guests in tuxedos and silk gowns sipped champagne, whispering about the power of the Knight-Raza merger.

He had promised to protect her forever, but somewhere along the way, he had forgotten every last one of those promises. The moment Blake arrived at the hotel entrance, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong place. Dozens of Maybachs were parked outside, far grander than his own wedding convoy. A red carpet stretched from the lobby all the way to the curb, lined on both sides with red roses. The second he stepped into the lobby, he saw the enormous wedding poster. In the photo, Dawn wore a pure white wedding gown as she leaned against a man's chest, smiling brightly. That man was the very one who had taken her away earlier.

Every woman who marries into the Ardhana family dies on her wedding night. Alika, a quiet orphan with no memory of her past, is suddenly chosen to marry Damar Ardhana—the cold heir of a powerful bloodline surrounded by rumors, fear, and unanswered deaths. The town calls it a curse. Seven brides. Seven deaths. Always on the first night. No one survives the Ardhana wedding. Alika never believed in curses… until she wakes up inside an ancient mansion hidden in mist, standing at the altar beside a man who refuses to look at her as if she truly exists. That night, the house begins to whisper her name. Mirrors show a bride who is not her. And fragments of memories begin t

He carried me to bed still inside me, laid me down gentle, and made love to me again, slow, reverent, whispering mine, mate, forever against my skin until we both fell asleep tangled together. Morning came too soon. I dressed in black, boots, jeans, leather jacket. No white today. No surrender. Victor waited by the bike, helmet in hand. His eyes were still gold from the night, still hungry. Today was supposed to be Damien and Lisa’s wedding day. The venue had been booked for months, an outdoor pavilion on neutral territory, white roses everywhere, five hundred guests. Only now the groom was in a Council cell, the bride was screaming at lawyers, and the venue had been paid for in full, non-re

She smiled rough at me. I laughed a little. "Oh! Are you not aware what's occurring here at our cafe?" I smirked. "He's not the man I'm getting married with, Ynah... if you have an idea, believe with it." Based on her reactions, I know that she knew what's happening here between Lorna and Benjamin. Wearing elegant black colors even my eye shadows and lipstick as my surprise to my ex-boyfriend. I texted Kayzer that I am on the way to his office.

Was he angry? After a moment, I texted him: "Goodnight." Jake didn't reply. I lay in bed, refreshing my phone, waiting for a response that never came, feeling increasingly uneasy. I closed the messaging app and reopened Reddit, only to see a notification—another post from that same user. I clicked on it instinctively. "Hey everyone, I talked to her about the wedding today. She said her family wants something small and intimate, but they'll chip in for some of the costs. I don't know how much they'll contribute, but the more, the better—it could go toward my treatment!"