On Your Wedding Novels & Stories

"They just texted me. There's some traffic, so they'll be a few minutes late. It's fine. We can go ahead as planned." The emcee relaxed and signaled for the wedding march to begin. As the music played, the grand doors in front of me slowly opened. Before all our guests, I stepped onto the red carpet and walked toward Bernard, who stood at the altar in his finest suit. This was the wedding I had longed for—the carefully arranged venue, the enchanting color scheme, and the man who had promised to love me for a lifetime. Amid the roaring applause, I placed my hand in Bernard's. His fingers trembled with excitement as he revealed that exquisite, one-of-a-kind ring. Gently, he slid it onto my fin

From a distance, they looked more like the couple preparing to get married. “Should we adjust the backdrop again?” “Alright.” “Shall we change the lighting to warmer tones?” “Your call.” “Then maybe we should make the main stage a little bigger?” “Sure.” Lewis agreed to everything she suggested, his gaze brimming with affection. Meanwhile, I stood quietly in the corner, watching them interact. I was neither angry nor confrontational. The day before the wedding, I received a message from Switz that my grandfather had arranged everything. A flight would depart the next morning.

Vivian's room was in the other tower of the hotel. I stood outside her door. The hallway was unnervingly quiet, with only the sound of my own breathing, hard and shallow. On the carpet outside her room sat a pair of handmade men's leather shoes. He'd worn those shoes that morning, when he picked me up for the ceremony. In front of every guest there, he'd dropped to one knee, kissed my forehead, and promised to love me for the rest of my life. I didn't knock. My blood felt like it had stopped moving.

The stabbing pain in my chest grew sharper, and I had to lean against a pew, pressing hard against it. Before he left, Marco was still barking orders. "Isabella's family came to you because they trust you. You're the best planner in New York. This wedding has to be flawless." His eyes never left Isabella in that wedding dress. Of course, he didn't see how pale I'd become.

The wedding was 30 hours away. The owner of the pizzeria where it was to be held, Bob Walden, had long since helped me decorate the place the way I wanted it. When I called him, he cheerily asked whether I wanted to get more flowers to spruce the place further. I smiled bitterly. "I'm canceling the wedding, Mr. Walden." He sounded relieved. "That's great! You've finally seen sense. No proper man would make his wife settle for a wedding in a pizzeria in this day and age—he's just making a fool out of you!

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!]

This is my wife, legally so! Andy interrupted him, gently draping a coat over my shoulders. I turned back to smile at Andy and put on the coat. I had chosen that matching couple's outfit, perfectly matching what Andy wore. Mark's face darkened as he looked at our matching outfits. "As you can see, today is my big day, too," I said with a smile, showing him the 10-carat diamond ring on my finger. "I no longer care for a plain ring—I prefer diamonds now! "Just like how I no longer care for you!"

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I’m marrying the man of my dreams… and I have the best friends in the world standing beside me.” They both hug me tightly, wrapping their arms around me. “We love you,” Stella utters. “Now go make that old man cry at the altar,” Zoe adds with a grin, causing us to laugh again. *** As the soft melody of the wedding march begins, my heart pounds like a drum in my chest. I loop my arm around my father’s, holding tightly. “You ready?” He asks. I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “More than ever.” The doors open, and we take our first steps down the aisle. The room is filled with white roses and fairy lights, every chair lined with people I love—friends,

With those words, Lisa stood up, approached her uncle and aunt, and announced, “My wedding will take place in two weeks on Sunday. I will need my uncle and aunt to bear witness, and also for my uncle to escort me down the aisle,” “Oh, Lisa,” both Mr and Mrs Lynn said together. Overcome with emotion at Lisa's words, they both pulled her into a tight embrace, expressing their heartfelt gratitude, "Thank you, thank you so much."

On the eve of their wedding, as they stood together, Kade whispered to Lily, "Tomorrow, we start a new chapter. Tomorrow, we become a family." Lily's eyes shimmered with happiness as she leaned into his embrace. "I can't wait, Kade. Tomorrow, we will say 'I do.'" The sun rose on the day Kade and Lily had been eagerly anticipating – their wedding day. The air buzzed with excitement as preparations were in full swing at the picturesque venue chosen for the ceremony. The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the soft notes of classical music, creating an atmosphere of both elegance and anticipation. Lily, adorned in a breathtaking white gown that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, took a moment t