Novel Flash Wedding Novels & Stories

"Mom, don't rush. We will get married eventually. But first, we should get engaged, right?" "Then hurry up. I don't understand why you're dragging your feet. Your father and I got married three days after meeting!" Lydia was shocked to learn that Chad and Clara had a flash marriage. Given how well they got along, it was surprising. Seeing Lydia's astonishment, Clara laughed. "Lydia, surprised? Flash marriages aren't just for young people. Your father and I didn't know each other long, but we knew we were right for each other from the start. We've weathered many storms together and never parted. Fate is unstoppable."

Would he have been this good to Elena if he wanted to hurt her? “I believe you, David. I just wanted to hear everything from the horse’s own mouth. I know you love me, but you need to prove it.” I need to get married as soon as possible. Who else would take up that husband role except my lovely boyfriend? _______ “Mom, dad, I told you I had a flash marriage to prevent my boss from calling me back to the field. Well, let me explain, the marriage was flash, but we both love each other. We’ve been dating for the past five months. If I get pregnant soon, I will be stationed in Lockwood. I want to be with the family, Dad. I can’t keep missing out on the fun.”

From being dark memories, they turned into precious memories, and he wondered how it would feel if she sacked on him again. He quickly snapped out of the dark thoughts and hit his head. He could not believe one single photo had corrupted him into lust, and he wanted to have her without being commanded. However, there was still the big question of why such a naturally innocent-looking soul would end up married to a monster like Marcus. He began going through the articles and finally stumbled upon an article that was six years old. To his shock, it was a flash marriage. The wife, Nera Bradford, was betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend on her wedding day, and two days later she married Mar

Another woman replied and I blink my eye to see if I was dreaming or not. "Italy!!!"I shouted and she nodded. "How long was I out?" "Two days." the Italian lady replied to me. Two days. I have to be unconscious for two days. I thought about franklin and how he has shot two nights ago. That night was supposed to be our wedding night. A night that was supposed to be memorable. They killed franklin and let him burn inside the house... I held my heart to stop the burning ache that was starting to tear me apart. Franklin was gone and I was never going to see him and now I'm in Italy. I stared at my wedding ring which had franklin initials engraved on it and cried silently as I thought about him.

Adrian froze, a frown pulling at his face before he followed me in. The wedding took place on a luxury yacht—grand, extravagant, and perfectly polished. However, he had forgotten I never cared about such things. As I stood on the deck in a white wedding gown, I could see the ocean stretching endlessly around us. Then, I heard the officiant ask, "Ms. Willow Lane, do you take Mr. Adrian Ashford to be your husband?" Adrian looked at me expectantly. I smiled genuinely, then I answered clearly, "I do not."

“Gabe Clifford, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the iceberg and I was the Titanic. I never doubted you’d break me… but I knew it’d be worth every second. You broke me… and pieced me back together, making me whole like never before. I have 20 years less life expectancy than most because of my diabetes. I’m not someone who can put things off. You filled every ‘X’ in my life… and every plan I have, I want to fulfill with you. Today, I know vows are more than just words.” “Want me to redo them?” he raised an eyebrow. “Should I plan a third wedding with new vows? Trying to wreck my psyche, sweetheart?” “Maybe a little…” I teased. Gabe scooped me up and kissed me, surprising everyone. T

She backed toward the door, pulse thundering in her ears. Rose petals trailed upstairs to the bedroom, a crimson path like drops of blood leading to some ritual. Soft jazz floated down, romantic and wrong, the saxophone’s wail twisting her gut. It was their song from college, the one they’d danced to at their wedding. Nostalgia warred with fear. She turned to flee, hand grasping the doorknob.

"So, it really is your wedding today?" I looked him dead in the eye, calm and composed. "You think I'm like you? Always playing with people like they're pawns in your little games? "The wedding dress was custom-made, and Gavin brought the ring back from overseas. Neither of them was rented." Easton looked like he'd just been stabbed. "Then, the e-invite..." I opened my phone and shoved my feed in front of his face.

She fiddled with her phone, opening up a tweet that read: “Billionaire Mar cus Stanfield, set to wed Mirabelle Capewood in two weeks instead of her sister, Amanda Capewood.”

How did he feel? As she was thinking about it, Christian suddenly held her hand and said firmly, "Who told you I didn’t want to tell everyone that Jessica is my wife? I've been planning our wedding for a long time, and it's going to be a big, unforgettable wedding! I'm ready whenever she wants a wedding." Jessica was almost moved to tears by his sincere words. Her eyes became red instantly. "Take her out!" Christian spat. The bodyguards immediately began to drag Flora out, but she lay on the floor and tightly gripped the floor.