روايات وقصص ضمن On The Day Of My Wedding

I caught him with my step mother on our wedding day and all he could say was that? “Really?” I scoffed, “really? Today is supposed to be our wedding day. Mar-Marcus, how can you do this to me? How!” I yelled on top of my lungs as I struggled with the words. Tears mixed with snoot drooled down my face, a contrast of what should have been the happiest day of my life My eyes drifted towards the window and I caught sight of some maids as they moved around with items to set up the place for my wedding. They were getting ready for a man that was busy thrusting into my step mother. The pain in my chest was just too much to bear.

I said before opening the door and leaving. ~~~ On the day of the wedding, I woke up early today, feeling excited and happy. It's my wedding day, and I'm going to marry my beautiful wife. I walked into the bathroom and take my bath. After I was done, I wipe myself dry before putting on my royal wedding attire and made my way to the venue, which was adorned with beautiful decorations. The priest and all the alphas and their Lunas were there. I couldn't stop smiling as I eagerly waited for my bride to arrive. When she did, I was captivated by her beauty and couldn't take my eyes off her.

Today was our wedding day, and we were supposed to drive to the church together. "Has he abandoned me? Have I really been dumped on my wedding day?" I questioned myself while I bit down furiously on my nails. No! That's not it, it can't possibly be true. He was probably held up in traffic or something, there was no way he would abandon me on our wedding day.

“Are you excited for tomorrow? I know I am. Very much so even.” Tomorrow was D-day, that is, our wedding day. “I am,” I replied, my stomach fluttering with various emotions, from elation to trepidation then extreme nervousness. The fact that Eduardo and I would be joined together as husband and wife after all the trials and tribulations we had faced, simply felt unreal to me. I couldn't help but worry about something bad happening tomorrow, and taking us back to square one. “You are panicking,” He whispered, caressing my knuckles. “You know I am and will always be right by your side, don't you?”

Day Fifty-Two It was exactly a day before I married Killian. Tomorrow was our wedding and to say I was anxious or nervous was a big understatement. In fact, I could not explain this nagging feeling in my chest. But I knew it burned painfully. My grandmother would probably kill me if she knew I was coming in to work a day before the wedding. But for some reason, I could not stop myself. I opened my office door expecting to see a single rose with a single note as usual.

Today was my wedding day. Today was my wedding day. And I was getting married to the only man my heart had ever fluttered for. The only man I had ever loved. The man I had fallen in love with from the moment I set my eyes on him. Zayden. My mate. My love. The father of my children. It was hard to keep the smile from crawling onto my face as I got ready for the event, and it didn't take long before my face started to hurt from smiling so much.

Noah’s POV The morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, the kind of light that seemed too perfect to be real. I woke with a mixture of nerves and excitement thrumming through my veins, the realization settling in that this wasn’t just another day, it was the day. My wedding day. The day I would stand in front of everyone, but most importantly in front of Adrian, and promise him forever.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I appreciate you for giving this amazing piece a chance! Please, remember to tell me what you think as you read. Much Love from this end! ~~~~~~~ On the morning of my wedding, I ran up the stairs to my fiance’s bedroom. After two years of waiting, my wedding day is here. I push open his door without knocking, ready to jump on his bed and shake him awake. "Marcus! Wake up, sleepyhead! Our wedding day is here!"

Friday. October 14th. One day before the wedding. I wake up at dawn, heart racing. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I get married. Damien is already awake beside me. “Can’t sleep either?” “Too much adrenaline.” “Same. Want coffee?” “Desperately.” We sit on the terrace where tomorrow we’ll get married. The chairs will go here. The string quartet there. Flowers everywhere. “This time tomorrow, we’ll be married,” he says. “Married. That word still feels surreal.”

On my wedding day, my fiancee, Alisson Poole, never shows up. Neither do her bridesmaids. I stand alone at the altar all day, enduring a roomful of pitying and contemptuous stares. After 999 rejected calls, I finally accept that she has fled the wedding. Back in our empty home, I see a post from her first love, Rhett Barker. "The art I want to explore with you goes beyond the soul. It includes the body, too." In the photo, Alisson wears the million-dollar custom wedding dress I bought her. She and her six bridesmaids kneel commando at his feet. Their eyes are dazed, burning with raw desire. They look at him like he's their deity, eager to be his most devoted followers. I stare at the