Not A Dream Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

My dream wedding is something quite different from what they planned. A nice small wedding with only families and close friends is what I’ve envisioned. I would love an outdoor wedding, but that was never an option before. My eyes roam across everything. I finally get the wedding of my dreams. Barbara pats my hand. “What do you want to start with first, dear? Maybe colors? How about location? Oh, do you want a theme?” As I keep my focus on the table, I softly reply, “I just want the small wedding of my dreams.”

Music would play softly, fresh white flowers symbolizing the purity of marriage, and a beautiful wedding gown paired with a sparkling tiara. Her groom would meet her, and together they would walk down the aisle, exchanging vows and slipping rings onto each other’s fingers, sealing their union with a kiss full of love. But now, all those dreams had turned to dust. She would never experience the lavish, romantic wedding she had envisioned because Amora had promised herself this would be her first and only marriage. Amora knew Regis had no intention of throwing a grand celebration like the one she had once imagined. And even worse, there wasn’t even a ring on her finger. How pathetic, she thoug

“Well, whatever. But you are the reason why I am flaring up. Yes, it is you, because I really do not understand why you keep calling me when you know very well that I am now the Queen of the Kingdom. Do you actually want me to be exposed?” “Wow, congratulations, Your Highness. By the way, you didn't even share your wedding experience with me. No one knows about this; I mean, it wasn't something that people were even able to attend. So tell me, I am actually very much interested in hearing…” I paused, pursing my lips in embarrassment as I contemplated what to say to him. How could I possibly tell him that it wasn't even a proper wedding? I had always dreamed of the day I would finally get to

I’m in my living room on the couch with the news playing on the tv. It was a dream... .the wedding isn’t here yet.

I looked straight into Harold's eyes and asked, "So are you saying you'll generously agree to marry anyone who asks to experience a wedding with a company CEO, Mr. Lane?" As soon as I said that, his hand tightened around mine as anger filled his gaze. "Are you throwing a tantrum just because of a mere wedding? Nina, when did you become so petty?" A mere wedding? I dated him for nine whole years. Over and over again, I'd bring up the idea of getting married, but every time, he'd wave it off with an excuse.

"Per favore, Lorenzo, let's just go back. All the guests are waiting. Don't let them make fun of us." Lorenzo glared at Elena and hissed, "Make fun of us? I'll kill anyone who dares laugh at me. This wedding is over." Elena's eyes widened in horror as she yelled, "Over? What about me? You promised you'd help me! If my parents don't witness the ceremony, they won't believe it. They'll send me away to the Corsica family to settle their debts. Those people will torture me!"

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

Perhaps it wasn't about my plans anymore but taking interest in other things that made me genuinely happy and gave my life meaning and that was being with James. I spun around anxiously and Leah jerked her shoulder forward in question. “I had this strange dream where I was getting married.” she smiled. “But it wasn't with James.” It was funny how slowly her facial expression changed into a confused one. “Who were you getting married to then?” she asked and rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me Leonardo Decalpro or some other hottie from Hollywood you fascinate about.” I gasped, shaking my head a bit. “Not him. But I am starting to feel you have superpowers. I did have some celebrity of sorts in th

"Oh, so I guess that you don't want to get married then." "What?" I ask, sitting up in bed. "I have a wedding planned for us. Things will be set up in the backyard." "The backyard?" "Yes, do you have something else in mind?" "Well, yes. My dream wedding was always on the beach during sunset." "Too bad. This isn't a dream, it's reality. And even so, I'm a private man." "A private man, or maybe it's because you are abusive and don't want the world to know how you are?"

Her lilac eyes glinted in the dim room as it met his gaze. “I was afraid I will lose you.” It wasn’t a lie. But that wasn’t the answer he was seeking. She just doesn’t want to tell him that she dreamed that their wedding will never happen. In fact, in her dream, they never got married. Although that wasn’t a big deal, she just felt so afraid of the terror of how their wedding will be disrupted. It made her feel anxious. What if it will come true like how she dreamed of being pregnant. The wounded werewolves…