Not A Dream Wedding Novels & Stories

They are indeed trustworthy and in just some few hours my plan is in motion. The wedding that I have imagined isn’t like this. I want to be married in the beach, with lot’s of people watching our love story. I want a fairytale themed reception where my groom will dressed as a prince while he fulfills his promise of making me his queen but right now, I’ve think about it. My true dream wedding wasn’t like that. I didn’t dream for the fairy tale wedding because the only dream that I have is the specific prince. Prince Ethan, who will be my groom and who will fulfill his promise to make me his queen.

They were all gathered here today for a wedding of sorts. This wasn’t going to be the kind of wedding that little girls dream of—in fact, it wasn’t going to be an actual wedding at all. But that was okay with Leesa. Growing up, she had been so shy and unsure of herself that she had never dreamed of things like marriage and weddings. Those dreams were for other girls, girls more confident in themselves and their attractiveness to boys. Leesa had dreamed only of having a mom like the other kids, one who wasn’t afraid to leave the house and do things with her children.

The wedding party was the kind you only saw in the movies, read in the novels and imagined in Dreamland. A fairytale themed wedding party, which was Ashley's dream wedding but Thomas was living the dream with another woman. But you can trust Ashley, if the wedding was lovely, then she had a more lovely way of ruining it.

Arnold narrated. It only made Naevia interested in marriage stuff and love. Arnold even promised to make her wedding fantastic when it is time. But the wedding and manner Arnold planned Naevia's wedding, just wasn't the magic she wanted or was looking for. Yes, he did make it fancy and fantabulous, but it just wasn't what she wanted. The magic died that day and she didn't feel like experiencing it anymore. But now... Now, she can get to have the dream wedding she has always wanted. Naevia admired herself in the mirror.

The only thing harder than planning his wedding was pretending she didn't want to cancel it. Rule number one: never fall for the groom. Zara Cole has built her entire career on that rule: three hundred and thirteen weddings, zero emotional casualties, one very effective emotional firewall. She is the best wedding planner in Lagos precisely because she treats love like a logistics problem. Solvable. Containable. Safely someone else's. Then Damien Voss walks into her life with a four-month deadline, a contract marriage dressed in designer linen, and the most inconvenient habit of paying attention to everything she says. He changes three hundred lilies to ranunculus because she mentioned onc

I’m not marrying Rafael. The wedding is off.

I only found it disgusting. "Thank you, but I do not eat other people's leftovers." Gary froze for two seconds before saying, "Come on, you won't even be able to finish it anyway. Why are you being so petty?" I zipped up my luggage and dragged it out while saying, "Sure. I'm petty." Gary reached his hand out to stop me, asking, "The wedding is in three days. Where are you going?" I was leaving for New Siland in three days too. To avoid any further problems, I replied, "The bride and groom can't stay with each other right before the wedding, so I'm heading home."

And she did! ….. [Jasmine's POV] Is it beautiful that all the good dreams that I saw while sleeping were coming true? Or will it end in a nightmare? I didn't know. But one thing I was sure of after we got married for the show, was that I was insanely in love with Abhinav Shukla. The kind that lets you go through disrespects, neglects the kind that burns your wings into ashes but you still want it. The kind where your heartbeat chases the unknown light in the darkness in the hope you will get to it one day. That was the kind of love I have fallen for!

I murmured as I'd rehearsed; I'd sat in my dream hotel room, in front of my dream mirror and rehearsed a dream speech I was going to make to this dream lawyer. I wanted to tell someone, though. I wanted to scream to someone, anyone, that my wife was having an affair ... with her brother. If this were truly a nightmare, it shouldn't matter, should it? I loved my wife, though. Still. Even in a dream, I couldn't do that to her. I wouldn't do that to her. "Of course," he murmured, obviously disappointed in my answer. "That's probably everyone's favorite ... especially when they're not really sure why they're getting divorced."

My breath was shaky as I awaited what was to follow. “I do not love you, Elora Amoh, and never will. So do yourself a favor and leave. I have a wedding to complete.” My body shook vigorously as each word sank in slowly. Each word that I hoped was unreal. The nights of bliss we had been nothing but a lie. His confessions every time, the way he would stare at me, the words of encouragement, everything had been a lie. My eyes started to sting with tears. “You-” Words failed me.