Red Wedding Book Chapter Novels & Stories

"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.

September had gone half when Charles wedded Vivian in the Yale temple. There was enormous train of people that attended her wedding ceremony. It was coloured with cheers and kisses. They dined and wined. The celestial wedding was so wonderful that most people described it as the greatest wedding of the millennium. This was because many people with double head such as the pen, the gun, the cross were there. The ragtag and bobtail, the famished stomachs, the thirsty throats, the harebrained minds, were there. The money-bags and the Angus-eyed-eagles, the gallant lions and the wise men were equally there. In fact, the entire world attended the wedding. After the wedding, the feast continued for

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.

He opened it and asked me those four words. "Will you marry me?" * * * So guys! here is another chapter, which is the one before the last! Word Count: 1328

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.

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While I stood there unmoved like a statue wondering, he gave me a beautiful bouquet of white orchids and roses and pulled me towards the priest who was waiting for us in front of the chancel. The priest began reading the wedding of Cana According to John the Holy Gospel, Chapter II (2) 1-11. Everything is blurry in my head. The ceremonial was done very quickly. When did they put the crowns on our heads, when did we put the wedding rings on each other's hand, when did we drank the wine and danced the dance of Isaiah?! I don't remember anything! The only thing that remained deeply etched in my memory was when we went out of the church as a married couple and everybody was throwing rice at us,

With their hands intertwined, he led her out of the room, his steady presence giving her the courage to face whatever came next. At the Ashford family estate, Older Mr. Ashford and Sebastian’s relatives sat around the expansive dining table, waiting for the arrival of their nephew and his bride. The anticipation was palpable. After years of trying to pair Sebastian with women from prominent families, they were eager to meet the woman he had finally chosen. “Young Master and his bride have arrived,” the head-maid announced.

The organ swelled, as if rejoicing. From that moment, preparations for the wedding began. Friends from every part of their lives came to lend a hand. Former members of Arthur’s old congregation, young souls from Isabella’s outreach, and new converts alike joined hands in creating a wedding that felt more like a revival. The theme was "Redemption in Bloom."