Novel & Cerita Novel Not A Dream Wedding

That definitely feels like a fantasy folktale movie. I laid on the bed. I was missing Denver's presence, how sensational his hands felt when he cuddled me to himself. I was also missing the late night conversations, and how dramatic he plays with our baby. Now, it's just me alone on this god-damn king-size bed, and I feel nothing but loneliness calling me. I sighed. I didn't realize when I drove off to sleep, but it didn't last though. My eyes opened, and just then sleep was far away from me. Maybe that's because even in my Dreamland, I couldn't get over the fact that Denver will be getting married to Jennifer today.

her thoughts smacked her back when she pinched herself for the tenth time in just a minute. But the pain that made her jerk told her that it was indeed not a dream but a living nightmare. All this thing was more like a TV drama or some kind of fantasy story she was reading or watching. But unlike in the dramas, there wasn't a happy romantic ending for her. The dust settled as all the things for the wedding were arranged personally by Richard's mother, very quickly.

"No, you deserve your dream wedding and I'm not taking that from you just because I'm impatient. I want to hear exactly what you want and I will make it come true as quickly as possible. It's our first official compromise." His satisfied grin makes me laugh. The man has no idea how to compromise. Vincent pulls me close as his hands go up my shirt, leaving me wondering how the heck I'm supposed to concentrate on my dream wedding when they're are all over me. One of them finds my bra and slips underneath to skim my nipple. "You're distracting me." "Sorry," he says not looking the least bit sorry. "Tell me your dream wedding so I can make it happen." "I haven't thought about my wedding that muc

This was exactly the kind of wedding I'd always wanted. Leonard and I'd been together for eight years. Every time I brought up marriage casually, he'd brush it off, insisting he needed to focus on his career. "Be reasonable, Mabel. I'm climbing the ladder. This isn't the time to settle down." And yet, there he was, marrying someone else. The officiant quieted the crowd and called the bride and groom forward. As everyone cheered, Leonard and Selene slipped rings onto each other's fingers—the rings that should have been his and mine.

I thought that Sabrina would understand that it was impossible for us to rekindle our relationship after I made my stance blatantly clear. However, I woke up to a barrage of messages the next day. "Are you and Sabrina getting engaged, Colin?" I had no idea what was going on. I tapped on the trending topics link that my friend sent me and frowned when I read the headline. "Is Marriage on the Table for the Lawrence and Monroe Families? The Romance of a Pair of Childhood Sweethearts Is About to Become a Reality!"

His ears trembled slightly, and there was a tremor in his voice. "Harper, what are you talking about?" "Didn't we make an appointment? You were to attend the covenant ceremony between Emma and me today, send us blessings, and then wait for me to marry you in a year. How can you marry someone else?" I looked at him coldly, and my tone was very firm. "Jonah, I'm not kidding. I'm going to marry Alpha William today." Jonah panicked and his tone became weak. "Harper, are you still angry with me? Are you doing this this deliberately?"

“Alright, Miss Christine. We’ll arrange for a funeral vehicle to be at the Empire State Building tomorrow.” “Thank you.” After ending the call, I cleaned the entire house. Then, I took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and lay down in bed. That night, I had an unexpectedly beautiful dream. I dreamed that eight years ago, my mother had never died, Vincent had never gone to prison, and I had married him. Every winter after that, Vincent and I traveled together to the Alps, Norway, and Iceland.

Even the wedding band was in an eternity setting. “Shut up. Can we just eat?” I still pinched myself that I was married to the man before me, my boss. It felt surreal. I couldn’t help but think of what my life would be like as a married woman. Of course, I dreamed of marrying the man I loved and starting a family with him, but this unconventional marriage ruined everything I dreamed of, of walking down the aisle in a white bridal gown with a long train, then sharing a dance with him at the reception with our family around us. Unlike right now.

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

But here’s the thing: my near tears had nothing to do with how lovely I looked. No, I was on the verge of tears because this wasn’t my dream come true—it was my nightmare. I wasn’t some dress-loving, wedding-obsessed girl who dreamed of a big white wedding. I’d never even liked dresses. And here I was, about to marry James Nighthawk, the son of our Pack’s Alpha. The next Alpha, to be precise.