Novel Not A Dream Wedding Novels & Stories

“Sometimes I get the feeling that you are hitting on me, but I know that can’t be right since you are still in love with Renee. But anyway, I’ve been really good actually. I love planning this wedding. The only downside is I find myself planning MY wedding. It’s everything I would want. The bride-to-be has loved all of my ideas, though. I guess that’s a plus. It’s just making me want something I know I’ll never have.” “Well, I guess I’m trying to see if I can move on, but you’re the only person I’ve found that I want to get to know better. I’m still searching for Renee, but I’m afraid I’ll never find her. But, why can’t you have your dream wedding?”

Zara was directly across from him. This was, she reflected, either an accident of placement or the deliberate strategy of a seventy-year-old woman who understood that the most interesting thing about a couple was watching them interact across a table when they thought the room was focused elsewhere. It was not an accident. "Damien tells me you plan weddings," said the retired judge, Emeka, who had settled beside her with the unhurried interest of a man with nowhere else to be. "I do," she said. "And yet you are not married."

Another Vows. “They say dreams do come true,” Noelle began, smiling softly as she gave her vows. “But I never imagined my dream would look like this… or that it would exceed everything I once hoped for… because I never imagined it would be you.” She looked up at Silas, her gaze gentle with affection. “I married my high school rival… and a rather intimidating business associate.” “I guess it’s true what they say. Life has a way of leading you to where you’re meant to be… even if you have lost your way,” she said, feeling emotional.

For now, she was just going to enjoy this special day and savor this feeling of being married. * * * * * Carmen opened her eyes as the weird dream had ended. She laid there wondering who it was she was dreaming of. Why was she dreaming about someone else's wedding day? It didn't make any sense; she knew that it couldn't have been herself that she was dreaming about. It was impossible cause she wasn't married and she had no desire to get married. Although the man in the dream looked very familiar to her as did the little girl. So many questions ran through her mind as she laid in her bed. None of the questions could be answered by anyone she currently knew. It was a weird thing to have a drea

It was a childish dream, fueled by romance novels and the sweet tales older pack members would tell of their own weddings. But what I got was a far cry from that dream. My wedding was a cold, sterile affair, devoid of love or genuine happiness. There was no music, only the forced pleasantries whispered among pack members. My dress was heavy and uncomfortable, a symbol of obligation rather than celebration. Damon's face was a mask of indifference, and the vows we exchanged were empty words without meaning. The reception was a tense gathering, where I felt like an outsider, a mere prop in a political play.

] [Objective: Prevent the marriage alliance. [Reward: Affection +10, Survival Points +5.] [Failure: Early removal from the story.] I wanted to scream. Of course. Of course the system would pick now to drag me into a billionaire marriage plot. Why couldn’t I just be an intern fetching coffee? Why did it always have to be “stop a corporate wedding or die trying”? I started inching toward the door, but before I could escape, I felt it — that sharp gaze. Dream was looking straight at me.

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.

This time, I let it ring, like a nuisance call. A few minutes later, the call ended, and the room returned to its initial silence. Looking at Anya's tweet, I felt no sting, no burning anger. If I had to feel anything, it was a sense of absurdity. Their wedding and my wedding were on the same day; I didn't know if it was coincidence or fate. That night, when Ted finally came home, I was already in bed, eyes closed, breathing steadily—pretending to be asleep. He moved quietly through the room, his steps measured and alert—so unlike the arrogance he usually wore so easily as the heir to a powerful family.

I said, "Whatever it is, I'm going ahead with the divorce. The house you and your mother are currently occupying is my premarital property. I'll give you a week to move out." After that, I turned and left without another look back. I went to a hotel and had a good night's sleep. When I woke up the following morning, I saw that yesterday's debacle had made the local news. "Plot twist after plot twist—a woman uses her sister-in-law's identification to see a doctor and tries to frame her sister-in-law for having syphilis!" "Crazy woman claims daughter-in-law has an STD but ends up ruining her daughter's wedding." It was also through the Internet that I learned what had happened after Gretchen a

I only wanted to cherish the stability I had now. Three months later, Matteo and I held a warm, intimate wedding. There were no crowds of guests, only family and close friends from both sides. I wore a white wedding gown and walked down the aisle on Papa's arm, step by step, toward Matteo, who was waiting for me. He stood at the end of the church aisle, his gaze tender and resolute. "I do." When the priest asked, I answered without hesitation, my voice clear and firm. Matteo held my hand tightly and whispered in my ear, "From now on, I'll spend my life protecting you and the child, giving you both happiness."