Red Wedding Book Chapter Novels & Stories

Chapter 141– Season 3 A week passed quickly. The long-awaited day finally arrived—the wedding day of Elang and Delya. The grand hall was filled with invited guests. Crystal lights hung beautifully, fresh flower decorations were neatly arranged in every corner. Soft music played, adding an elegant and warm atmosphere. Shelyn stood on one side of the room with Riki. She wore a simple yet elegant dress, her hair neatly styled. Beside her, Riki looked neat in a dark suit.

In her small hands, she held her red leather wedding planner binder, open wide to a freshly decorated page. Arthur and Vivian broke their kiss with a gentle chuckle, turning together toward the eager child. "Page ten is officially done!" Emma announced proudly, holding up the book. She had glued tiny dried white rosebuds around a detailed watercolor drawing of a grand wooden entryway framed by white lilies and golden ribbon. "Mrs. Gable said the welcome dinner table setting is completely approved!" Arthur dropped down to one knee, gathering his granddaughter into a tight, affectionate hug. "Page ten is an absolute masterpiece, Emma. You are officially the greatest wedding director in history

(Hello everyone, I just want to say thanks to everyone who has been reading. We are nearing the end of the book. Maybe about another five chapters to go, and that will be it) Rebecca I slipped my dress off, hanging it up. I had bought a sexy white wedding night lingerie set when I was out. I wanted to drive my new husband, crazy. My husband! Wow! I was officially a married woman, and I can’t be happier about it. I pulled my hair down from my up-do, letting it flow over my shoulders in natural waves. I took my red lipstick from my bag and redone my lips. I fluffed my hair, smirking to myself before heading back through.

If I did any mistake then pardon me. Next Chapter is about their much-awaited wedding. Are you guys excited? Let me know about your opinions on this chapter. Stay safe and healthy. Keep reading .

The Morgans always have something going on. Sienna finally reaches me. I smile, bend down, and kiss her softly. She steps beside me and kisses London’s cheeks, then looks up at me like this is just another normal day in our lives. “Okay,” she says. “Let’s get this started.” The preacher begins. We say real vows. Not the generic ones. Not the easy ones. When it’s Sienna’s turn, she doesn’t hesitate:

We walked towards the car, ready to start the next chapter of our lives together. As we drove away, I leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his love surrounding me. This was it - the start of our forever. And I couldn't wait to see where it would take us. In the days and weeks that followed, Red and Max began planning their wedding. They picked a beautiful venue by the beach and invited their family and friends to witness their union. Lily was overjoyed to be the flower girl, and she eagerly helped Max with the wedding preparations.

"Can we at least try to make this marriage a real one?" --- Hello. You might think this story is in slow progress, truth is, it's not. This book is originally on its 22nd chapter but the wordcounts are so long that it needs to be cut into two to make it affordable. Hope you understand it.

Her hands found her way to my neck. She suddenly stopped, resting her palms on my chest. "What is it?" I groaned. "When exactly are we going to get married?" She asked. "Our wedding?" I smirked, "it'll happen in the next chapter of our lives?" With that, I resumed our business. Getting rid of our clothes, then I swam into her, enjoying every bit of the moment with the woman of my dreams, my own and only love of my life. A/n: I hope you loved this chapter. This book is drawing towards its end.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: When Dreams Become Reality: The End! Kiara POV: My mind reels from the chaotic amalgam of the last 48 hours. It feels like a tornado had swept through our lives, leaving no corner untouched by its tempestuous winds. The kitchen had been a war zone, filled with the scent of burning pastries and a cacophony of squabbling caterers. The garden, the intended venue for the ceremony, had transformed into a floral battlefield where petals and thorns were the weapons of choice. Our usually disciplined musicians were discordant, hitting off-keys and false notes as if possessed. Tailors had made multiple trips for last-minute adjustments on suits and gowns. Yes, every conceivable

Mirabel said, “We’ll be right behind you.” It was now or never. Finally, the priest came out and asked every to stand. It was Isa’s turn. All eyes would soon be on her, whether or not she was ready. The flower girl lined the path with white rose petals as the music started. Isabella only took two steps out before her father greeted her. He escorted her down the aisle, which seemed longer than it was when she and Ryder had been planning the wedding. Her Pa became her strength and pillar; without him, she would probably faint or become frozen.