One Tree Hill Brooke Wedding Novels & Stories

"And the night of the wedding, after we got back to the hotel and had those drinks, we slept together. And then again next morning, too." Brooke's eyes were wide. I knew as my therapist, she wasn't supposed to be surprised by anything I said, but I had a feeling I'd truly shocked her this time. "Wow." She sucked in an audible breath. "So this was someone you'd known? You said an old friend?" I winced slightly. "Remember last time we talked about Noah?"

Daniel was shocked at first, but he soon got over it and well, let's just say I'm glad I never told him how much I love him. I let out a soft sigh and drift my eyes to where my bridesmaids were standing. "Welcome, loved ones. We are gathered here today to join Martin Taylor and Brooke Jones in holy matrimony." He then looked at us. "You may say your vows." Martin looked into my eyes. "Brooke, I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us," he says.

“In Brooklyn.” I nodded. How exactly was I supposed to conduct this conversation? Hello. Do you think you have the biological environment to carry my dangerous werewolf child? By the way, I’m a werewolf. She spoke before I could think of anything else. “So why do you need a surrogate?” she asked. “No offense, but you don’t look like someone who’d have trouble finding a wife.” I blinked. “That’s not really your business.” “Sorry,” she muttered, her cheeks turning pink.

(Dante's POV) The wedding day was bright and sunny. The Blackwood family's private estate was a fairy-tale scene of white roses and crystal chandeliers. The guests, Chicago's elite, were all waiting for the wedding of the century. Dante stood at the altar in a custom tuxedo, handsome and imposing. Marco was beside him as his best man, occasionally glancing toward the entrance. "When is the bride arriving?" a guest whispered. "Should be any minute," Dante replied, though a flicker of unease crossed his face.

“You humiliated me. Everyone watched me get left at the altar like a fool.” “The wedding never happened—” “Because you ran!” His voice broke, and I saw the young man I once knew. “You left me with no answers. No reason.” I wanted to explain. To tell him fear had driven me away. But telling him the truth meant revealing Julian. “It wasn’t about you,” I said weakly. “Wasn’t it? From where I stand, it looks like you chose my brother.” The words punched the air out of me. “It wasn’t like that—”

“Hubert, why has the wedding been canceled? Did something happen?” “It’s nothing, Grandpa. I can handle it myself. In a few days, I’ll be home to visit.” After that, I ended the call in a hurry. At the sight of luggage in my hands, the housekeeper, Mrs. Zoe, looked confused. “Mr. Houde, today’s your big day. Where are you going?” “My wedding with Bridget has been canceled. From now on, we are strangers.” Mrs. Zoe’s eyes widened in disbelief. Before she could reply, the sound of laughter came from downstairs.

As everyone cheered, Leonard and Selene slipped rings onto each other's fingers—the rings that should have been his and mine. A sharp ache flared in my nose, and my eyes burned like I'd gotten sand in them. I didn't know why, but my chest felt hollow like nothing could hold me down anymore. I finally realized there was no grief deeper than a heart that had gone cold. Then, my assistant's voice cut through, telling me it was time to leave. She was right. I'd seen love die right before me, and there was nothing left to stay for. The car bumped along the mountain road as we drove deeper into the disaster zone, the night stretching on. Without thinking, I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram

I stood there alone, staring into the night, wondering if Luca was somewhere beneath that same sky. I wrapped my arms around myself, breath hitching. I was married, but I've never felt more alone. ***** (Damien's POV) The morning of my wedding arrived like any other business deal—cold, calculated, and inevitable. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I adjusted the cufflinks on my sleeves. My initials, D.D., intertwined like an emblem of legacy. I was about to get more than just a bride—I was sealing an alliance between two of the most powerful families in the region. A merger disguised as matrimony.

I cleared my throat and moved from the table and walked to the balcony door. The wedding was at Brad’s ancestral home. I had been on the first floor getting ready for five hours. “Good idea. Jump and all this is over.” Brea smiled. I scrawled and peeked outside. The chairs were set, and the alter was prepared. It was a glamorous display of pearl-white flowers hanging from the green hedges and along the plush grass. Brad wasn’t here. He slept at a hotel. “Darling sister. I can’t even give you the benefit of the doubt.”

"What about you, Brooke? How’s life in your den? You’re mated too, aren’t you?" A ripple of shock went through the group. No one had expected me to be spoken for. "Is that true, Brooke? You're actually mated? Why didn't you send a messenger?" "When was the ceremony? You didn't invite a single soul from the Academy..." I caught the glint in Paige's eye and forced a small, tight smile. "It was a sudden bond. We just did a simple blood-oath at the local shrine. There wasn't a ceremony to invite anyone to."