On Your Wedding Novels & Stories

his wife Usually the clients were busy during the weekends and hence every weekend he used to spend all of his time with his wife they would go out on a dinner, or they would watch a movie or sometimes they would also go to the countryside to meet their parents. Mian was born in a ordinary family but they had taken very good care of her. It was usually not allowed for girls to go to school in the countryside but her parents made sure that she graduated and also found such an outstanding husband for her. Mian's mother was a very beautiful lady and she liked growing hairs a lot, hence she used to take care of mian's hair since childhood. The care from her mother which resulted in her having

Today was the day I was finally marrying Amira—the woman I had come to adore more than I ever thought possible. As I stood at the altar, adorned in my tailored suit that fit me perfectly, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. The crowd was a blur, their chatter fading into the background as my thoughts focused solely on Amira. I had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, longing to see her walk down the aisle and officially become my wife. The weight of the day was palpable, and I couldn’t help but imagine the future that lay ahead of us.

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

Any similarities of a real person, living or dead are purely coincidental. We all want a magical, ecstatic and exquisite church wedding. You're just thirteen yet you're already dreaming and planning your wedding day with the man of your life. Wearing the most elegant white bridal gown with a medium slit at the back, starting from the shoulder to an inch higher from your waist. The gown must fit your body to flaunt those curves. Hiring the best make-up artist in town to do the miracle. You are the queen. You are the star. Your parents will walk with you on the aisle as your groom waits for you at the altar. Family members and friends are invited to witness your magical day. As the priest dec

The moment the message sent; I felt the taut string inside my chest snap— not relief. Resolve. A second later, he replied: “9 p.m. tonight.” “White Rose Chapel, next to City Hall.” “Bring your ID.” “And—don’t let anyone touch that wedding dress.” “It’s what your mother left for you.” “You should wear it when you truly win.” Henry’s POV On the morning of the wedding, I fastened my cufflinks and checked my watch—only a few hours left until the ceremony. The makeup team, planner, venue manager—they’d been sending confirmation messages since last night.

"I won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

A new wave of determination surged through my chest as I slowly rose to my feet. Alonso noticed instantly, a smug grin appearing on his face. "There he is." He murmured. I stared down at the ring box in my hand once more, before shutting it firmly. "I'm going to do it." Alonso smirked. "I figured." I grabbed my suit jacket from the chair nearby, my pulse suddenly racing harder with every second. Tonight. Everything was happening tonight. I was going to ask Carla Dunbar to marry me. And I could only hope she says a big Yes.

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"

They both hold hands as they walk down the aisle, down the steps as they walk towards the altar, and when they get there, everyone is shocked as the blonde stares into the void. While for the blond it's all so strange, but it feels good, being with the blond, more so when they are still holding hands. A beautiful wedding to make you a slave to my eyes. The blonde Lucretia sighs, Jeff the blond tries to sigh, and be as calm as possible, he knows that his mother and Lucretia's family would be there, he had to keep calm, until his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a voice.

My heart still beating strongly. He was intently looking into my eyes. "I'm sorry if I kissed your lips, Aurora." he slowly whisper. I swallowed hard and slowly smiled in his direction. "I-its okay. I know it's all part of the wedding ceremony, Damien." He did not respond, instead, he was still staring intently into my eyes. "Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Harrison... Long live the newlyweds..." We both awoke to deep stares as we still heard constant and endless screaming of congratulations all around us.