Novel Not A Dream Wedding Novels & Stories

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.

Sleep hadn’t come easily, and when it did, it brought me dreams of gold rings slipping off fingers and laughter turning into whispers. My phone was still buzzing. Calls. Messages. Notifications. Headlines. I had stopped looking at them. Instead, I stared at my kitchen table where a single wedding magazine lay face down. I didn’t even remember putting it there. Damien’s smile was on the cover, his arm around my waist, the headline screaming out: “THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR.” Not anymore. A knock echoed through the apartment. Not a frantic one this time. Slow. Steady. Someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real. "I know her now. She was my bride in my dream." Daniel then got up from his bed and he was excited when he finally remembered that woman. He got his journal from his drawer and then tried to discover his note about his wedding dream. He tried to remember what month he wrote it. "I had that dream in the summer, so it should be around June and August," said Daniel while opening his journal. He began to find out the journal's divider in June and read one by one of his notes, but he didn't find any dream about marriage.

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.

He had even deliberately approved leave for me, asking me to care for Noelle there and also help her plan the wedding. And that "jerk" who abandoned her at the altar? Blake drove him away himself. He was adamant about making Noelle his wife. My phone suddenly rang. It was my mother calling again to urge me about the wedding. "Dawn, when are you and Blake returning to the country? The whole family's waiting to attend the wedding!" "Mom, I'm not marrying Blake." Before she could start yelling, I continued calmly, "Don't worry. The wedding will still happen as planned."

“Exactly. Too late for wine. Too early for murder.” “Maya.” “I’m processing.” She returned with two mugs and handed one to Lena. Then she sat opposite her, serious now. “You need to hear me clearly.” Lena wrapped both hands around the mug. “Okay.” “This wedding is no longer just a job.” “I know.”

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

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."

Kept drifting into this one dream— The wedding still happened. I actually married Hugh. I was in this ridiculous, heavy dress, tiara sparkling like I was some fairytale princess. He took my hand, and we walked down the aisle. Everyone stared. Hugh gave me this soft smile, eyes locked on me. Then the dream flipped. We were somewhere abroad, in this massive, blinding banquet hall packed with fancy foreigners and lights that could fry your retinas. Hugh was up front, chatting in some language I didn't get. Everyone clapped like he was a rockstar.