روايات وقصص ضمن On The Day Of My Wedding

Aurora POV Your wedding day, the day that’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life, a day that’s memorable and unforgettable because you are walking down the aisle to meet with the man you will love forever, the man you are going to swear your commitment with. It’s supposed to be an enjoyable day filled with people you love, your family being the happiest folks, your father staring at you in nothing but pure happiness, but sadly, mine was the opposite.

Vincent’s voice trembled with raw emotion as he continued, his gaze fixed on the familiar surroundings. “The next day, which was supposed to be our wedding day, I chose to wait here. I thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d come back because we were both so excited for that day, weren’t we?”

Lyra’s POV The day had finally arrived: my wedding day. The world outside seemed to know it was special, too. The sky was a canvas of soft blues and wispy white clouds, with the sun gently warming the seaside breeze. Every detail of the morning felt surreal, like I was walking through a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

Chapter 4 - Red Wedding. Rosie pov Today was my wedding day. I was getting married against my will. I swallowed hard, keeping my head tilted back to ensure the tears wouldn’t split and stain the thick layer of makeup they’d plastered onto my face or the emotions choking me, but I couldn't let them out—not with the team of women parading around me, watching my every move and correcting me to be an ‘obedient wife to her husband’. They had been here for a week, fitting me into dresses and bathing me in products I’d never thought I would ever use in my life.

Vienna They say a girl’s wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. The day all her dreams come true, the day she glows and shines like the world is at her feet. Well apparently that didn’t apply to me because my wedding day was the worst day of my life. I glowed and shone, but inside, I was a bag of rotten broccolis, curled and soaked with the dirty wave of despair. *** *A day ago* My wedding to Rafael Conti had been scheduled three weeks after he asked me to be his wife. I was ridden with the joy that comes with getting married to the person you love.

Her tone was sharp, driving home the stakes. I put my pen down. "I get how serious this is, and I know what I'm doing." Since starting college, I had aced my classes and shone in charity work, completing tasks with flying colors. This mission should have my name on it. Ruby sighed, giving in. "Well then, I respect your choice. The team is leaving tomorrow afternoon. Go pack." I exhaled, shielding my eyes from the blazing sun. My mind had been a mess since a few days ago when Kai brought Lily Foster to our wedding.

On my wedding day, I received a call from my husband three years in the future via a time machine. In the video, he was lying in bed with my maid of honor, calmly telling me he had cheated. The screen went black. I sat frozen on the suite's sofa, unable to process it. Ethan and I had been together for eight years, since college. He was the youngest rising-star attorney out of his law school. I was the surgical prodigy out of mine.

TRISTIAN Today is my wedding. I’m not among those who fantasized about their wedding. I see it as just some ceremony which is required to be done. It’s nothing special. But the moment Ryan told me that our wedding will be held on Saturday, it felt different. I no longer see it as just a phase that will just pass and we will forget about it.

He just sat there with his head in his hands and his world rearranging itself around him and let me sit beside him in the silence. After a while, he spoke. "The man on the road," he said. "The one I saw." "What about him?" "I saw him again." I looked at him. "When?" "At the wedding." The floor dropped out from under me. "Where?" "At the reception. For just a second. I looked across the room and there he was. Standing by the door. Watching." Noah looked at me. "I thought I was imagining it. I thought it was the stress. I thought — I don't know what I thought." He paused. "But it was him. Same build. Same way of standing."

On the day of their wedding, Caleb Graham unexpectedly finds himself on a call with Danielle Sutton—six years into the future. His eyes gleam with undisguised longing as he asks, "Danielle, do you remember? Today is our wedding day." Suddenly, a child's voice rings out from the other end of the line. "Mommy." Caleb is instantly overwhelmed with joy. He can hardly believe how much their child has grown. Tears well up in his eyes, and his voice trembles with anticipation. "Danielle, we have a happy future together, don't we?" All he can think about is the beautiful life they enjoy together as a family of three. It seems that all his hard work is finally paying off. After all, he is the one