Nightmare Weddings Novels & Stories

“Yes, sir.” “She’s out delivering the first gift,” I continued. “The real explosion’s tomorrow.” He nodded, and I knew he wouldn’t ask further. That’s what I liked about Jamie. Loyal to a fault and didn’t talk unless it mattered. Alex and Jane had planned some lavish three-day shit show of a wedding. Too bad I’d already planned their marriage’s ruin. I turned away from the window, swaying slightly. My head still felt like it was filled with cotton and sirens. Being unconscious was… strange. You hear everything, feel nothing. Like being buried alive under your own body.

Charlie's Point-of-View Rachel Mead, my soon-to-be wife, didn't take off the microphone on her wedding dress, so the overlapping moans came through the sound system at the wedding. In that instant, every guest in the hall turned to fix their gaze on me, some carrying ridicule, others carrying sympathy. "Did you guys hear that? Mr. Lund is actually being cuckolded…" "Oh, my. Isn't this live broadcast way more entertaining than the officiant's speech?"

The media erupted with shocking news of Sebastian’s secret wedding just days after their marriage. The revelation left everyone eager to uncover the identity of the mysterious woman who had captured the heart of the elusive bachelor. Women who had once dreamed of winning him for themselves were consumed with envy. The Blackwoods were no exception, though they seemed more intent on using the news to taunt Kaira. “I wonder what Mr. Ashford’s wife looks like,” Claudia mused aloud, her eyes glued to the headlines. “She must be incredibly beautiful and, no doubt, of high status.”

I’d just have to delay that conversation, so I kept my eyes on my side of the car. This was the beginning of a life I had never dreamed of having. The start of an era that was my eternal punishment. Younger me would’ve wondered what could be possibly frightening about marrying a billionaire. But now I had read a lot of depressing stories about unhappy billionaire wives that I couldn’t have any optimistic thoughts about my situation. And these couples had actually been in love in the beginning. I didn’t want to think about my fate in this whole thing, but I’d have to figure out a plan to endure all this. Just, not now. Right now, I didn’t want to think. I took out my old phone to go through m

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

There was no smile on their faces and it gave a hint that it wasn’t a funny conversation going on. Since Oliver left the hall, she had became less nervous. But now the nervousness returned, doubled. ‘Could it be that he told her husband about last night? And her husband was here to end the wedding?’ She would be the happiest person on earth if the marriage ended but then not at the expense of her parents finding out she slept with a stranger the night before her wedding. She couldn’t tell which was worse. Whether it was because he was a stranger or because he was her brother-in-law.

I didn't even see them at the wedding ceremony. Only their select family members and important people are invited to the wedding. I can't believe myself that I am now the wife of the devil who raped me. He didn't just use me once. He has taken advantage of me many times. Every time he did that to me, no more tears fell from my eyes. All I do is stare at the ceiling. I'm numb, I can no longer feel pain or regret. Kiss... Kiss... Kiss... The cry of the people who wake me up so that my mind can return to generation.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

We stood up and he offered me his arm and I took it because refusing would have made this whole thing even more awkward than it already was. The coordinator led us to the back entrance of the cathedral and I could hear music playing and people talking and cameras clicking and I realized that this wedding was not for me and it was not for Nathaniel and it was for everyone watching. The doors opened and everyone stood up and turned to look at me and I saw three hundred faces I did not know staring at me like I was some kind of spectacle. Which I was. The daughter of a bankrupt con artist marrying her dead husband's brother six months after the funeral.

Nyra’s point of view It’s my wedding day, and my groom is a freaking vampire. This statement which, considering the way he looked at me during the rehearsal, ranks second only to “it’s my wedding day, and I think my father just sold me.” The venue is every gothic bridal fantasy, if your fantasy includes haunting organ music and guests who might literally be a hundred years old. The wall is carved from obsidian stone with flickering lanterns casting long shadows. Vampire nobility sits in silence on the pews, watching my every step as my father and I walk down the aisle.