روايات وقصص ضمن On The Day Of My Wedding

Aliya The wedding day. I woke up to the kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful, it felt heavy. Final, like the world already knew what kind of day this was supposed to be for me and decided to mute itself in sympathy. My wedding day. I had dreamt of this day my whole life, meeting the love of my life and getting married. I thought it was going to be the best day of my life. But today was my wedding day. My wedding to Alpha Kai, the man who didn't even like me, he couldn't stand me.

Olivia’s POV The morning light filtered through the curtains of the hotel room we’d booked for the bridal party, soft and golden like a promise. It was finally here—the wedding day. April 15, 2025. Today I would officially be Mrs Hayes, but what if something goes wrong? I couldn't stop this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that something bad was going to happen.

Today was the day. My wedding day. A day I never thought I’d experience with Orion, not after all the chaos, heartbreak, and misunderstandings that had nearly torn us apart. And yet, here I was, standing at the edge of the aisle, my hands clutching the bouquet, every nerve alive with anticipation. Ravenna, seated beside me, leaned over and whispered, “You look… stunning, Aurora.” I gave her a small smile. “Thanks. You look beautiful too. I’m glad you’re here.”

I’m not doing it willingly. [Why aren’t you replying? It’s our marking ceremony tomorrow. It’ll be held in church. All the werewolves in the pack will attend it. Don’t be late.] On the day of Monica’s funeral, Sophia picked me up as promised. Bodyguards then escorted me as I left the pack I had lived in for more than twenty years. Meanwhile, Randy kept sending me messages. [Where are you, Emma? I’m already at the church entrance.] [Why does it look like a funeral?! This is my marking ceremony, the wedding my mother has been looking forward to!]

Ava Today is my wedding day. Can you believe it? My actual wedding day. It's finally here. Today is not someday forced upon me by a man who wants me for his sadistic son while my father stands in the background and watches as my life is ripped apart. No, today is a day randomly picked by a game of darts between me and my husband. A crooked smile tugs at my lips just thinking about how it happened.

On the day of the wedding, I turned on my phone and pinned a camera to my collar. The title of the live stream was, "My Fiance of Seven Years Is Getting Married Today, but the Bride Isn't Me."

Something closed. I wasn't Mrs. Hayes. I would never be Mrs. Hayes. Atlas's hand was in mine. He hadn't let go since the altar. He was looking at me like he'd been waiting for this moment for longer than I knew. I would find out, later, that he had been. ******** HIS WEDDING DAY BRIDE Copyright © 2026 by Blueesandy All rights reserved.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

Day 218 April 26th Seattle Courthouse 9:00 AM - 12:00 AM _A Tall HORNY Strangers_ We got married on a Wednesday. Because courthouse only had Wednesday free. And Wednesday is cheap. And we are cheap. And we love cheap. *9:00 AM - COURTHOUSE STEPS - DEJA VU* Third time here. First: trial. Crying. Second: name change. Crying but happy. Third: wedding. Crying again. Always crying on these steps.

The day I got laid off, I called my girlfriend, Juliet Sidwell. No answer. I rode my e-scooter home through the rain and stumbled into my apartment soaked, a cardboard box in my arms. The place was packed. Family. Friends. Relatives. And right in the middle of it all stood Juliet and my friend Paul Bartel, raising their glasses to my parents. The second I walked in, the whole room went silent. My box hit the floor. Everything spilled everywhere. Juliet walked over, calm as ever. "Why are you here?" I just stared at her. "What the hell is going on?" Something flickered in her eyes. "Paul and I got legally married last year. The wedding's today." My ears rang. Then I slapped he