One Tree Hill Brooke Wedding Novels & Stories

"Hannah, Logan is gonna kill me," Hannah rolled her eyes at her friend Brooke as she did her makeup for their bachelorette party that night. Brook was getting married to her boyfriend of four years in two days. The only man she had ever known and the only man she had ever been with, all the way through college. Brook didn't think it was bad to have dated just one man, but her friends Hannah and Palmer seemed to think otherwise. "Logan is having the time of his life with the boys right now. You should, too!" Palmer chipped in, holding up the 'dress' they had picked out for Brook to wear.

I couldn't understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head. "Brooke, that's your 'promise' ring, right?" I probed. "I'm sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement." "Yes," Brooke confirmed. "We've decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head." How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk.

Brooke is really loud I thought but she was just the vibe I needed right now. “Oh my goodness, look at you!” she exclaimed. “You’re glowing! You look so good.” “You don’t look bad yourself,” I teased. “Come on, let’s go inside.” As we walked into the house, Brooke said, “I’m so glad you’ve finally recovered.” I went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of cold orange juice. We settled on the couch and began to chat. “So, how are the wedding preparations going?” I asked. “It’s going great. We’re getting married in Las Vegas.”

He joked and I chuckled. Once again, I was speechless as my heart raced. I silently hoped that I wasn't getting married to anyone. Assorted shapes and colors of lawn chairs were set in rows, with a center aisle. There was a long, linen-covered table off to one side, and in the corner of it sat a four-tiered white cake with a bride and groom on top. "It's a wedding party." Helen screamed and my heart skipped a beat. I suddenly felt scared. No, there was no way I would marry Brody. Marriage was a commitment and not a joke. I couldn't get married right now.

“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—”

My eyes bulged as I continued to read through the rest of the contents. The wedding date was set for the following week. The following week which means Stephan had received an invite already. This was why my burial was postponed. I exhaled a shaky breath, fingers piercing my palms, chest heaving as I read the congratulatory messages attached to the broadcast. My eyes watered, unfocused and unseeing. Why wasn't anyone speaking out on this? Why did it seem like it was normal? What the hell was happening in River Brooke? The paper slipped from my hand to the floor with a noisy clatter.

“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.