Pamela Tick Wedding Novels & Stories

And just like that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hall. Rowan shut the door, his jaw tight as he ripped open the envelope. Inside was a single photograph. Pamela’s breath hitched when she saw it—a grainy image of her and Rowan in the park from the day before. Written in red ink across the bottom were the words: *Tick tock.* A cold shiver ran down her spine. “Rowan…” He crushed the paper in his fist, his expression dark with fury. “They’re watching us.” Pamela felt her knees go weak, but before she could crumble, Rowan was there, steadying her, grounding her. “We’ll figure this out,” he assured her, his voice softer now but no less determined. “I won’t let them take you from

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!

Her manager had secretly shared Jane's schedule of the day with some anti-fans and Leslie sat ready to watch a good show. Pamela drove to the private residence of Jane and her husband, she had been permitted to enter by Damon. Pamela had prepared a dress for her to wear but as she drove and got closer, she realized she was already well dressed, and not only was she dressed in a white bareback dress, which covered her body loosely. She looked absolutely stunning. Damon walked over and kissed her on the lips. Pamela was happy she had a man who cared for her, he knew just how to treat her like the Queen she was.

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

Three days before my wedding with Adam Wayman, his childhood friend, Diana Smith, came up to us. She ignored me and said to Adam as if it were only natural, “Adam, I know you’re about to get married, but I need you to spend five days with me.” Adam took me by the hand and led me away, just like he always had. Right when I thought our wedding would proceed as scheduled, he sent me a message. [Grace, I’m sorry, but let’s postpone our wedding for five days.] Later, he placed his suitcase by the door and pulled me into his arms. “Grace, I’m sorry. I’m the only one who can handle this project. Wait for me to get back, and I’ll make it up to you properly.” I held him tightly and said, “It’s

’ Emma stormed away in anger. ‘You are welcome to do that my darling, you can go ahead and make a fool of yourself if you think he will be smiling about it. Trust me Tom will never let go of someone who tries to tarnish his wife’s image by fabricating a lie. I don’t understand why you are defending a family that lied that you were missing, what if they are actually planning something devious?’ Pamela chided. Pamela and Tom Springs were married for 25 years and despite their riches they only had one child. Emma’s pregnancy had too many complications that made the couple to decide not to try for another child again opting rather for adoption should they choose to enlarge their family.

Most especially my wife. I bought a house for us, pretty big, but comfortable, and I was planning on showing it to her on the night before their graduation. She was going to style it the way she wanted. It was a seven bedroom house, with a pool, an indoor gym and beautiful gardens. I knew she was going to love it. We were going to build our family there. I was also planning on asking her to get married to me again. This time, we were going to be happier. A peaceful Islamic wedding with our family members and friends. She was definitely going to be on board with the idea. I tried contacting Pamela but I heard she resigned from the hospital and is now in Rome. She went back to her family, I re

I blinked twice. A baby? Mrs. Sinclair turned to her husband. He slowly turned to her too, then snapped his head toward the doctor. “Pamela was pregnant?” he asked loudly, shock in his voice. The doctor nodded. “It seems she attempted to get rid of it. But the baby still lives.” Both their shoulders dropped instantly. They looked completely crushed… and disappointed. This meant disgrace—a sixteen-year-old unmated girl, pregnant out of wedlock. And between Pamela and I, we knew exactly who the father had to be.

Two months later, the wedding of the century between Gabriel and his former wife, Catherine, took place, leaving both local and international elites in shock. Some sincerely wished the couple a lifetime of happiness, while others sneered, predicting they’d divorce again soon. Some even feared retaliation from Gabriel for having attacked Catherine in the past. In any case, this wedding was the talk of the rich, with gossip continuing well into the next year. Michael stood beneath the stage, watching the woman he loved hold another man’s hand as she walked down the aisle again. Saying he wasn’t hurt would be a lie, but he still smiled, sincerely wishing her happiness.

Mrs Locason said before hugging me briefly. As we broke the hug, I smiled a little and nod my head at what she just said. We all stood outside of the church in front of Raymond's car. I was told a few minutes ago that we will both be going for our honeymoon. I have no idea where we're going and I didn't bother asking. After all, my wedding was fixed without my knowledge and consent. I do not think, I can have a say in this also. All the things I will be needing are already packed in Raymond's car.