Red Wedding Robb Stark Novels & Stories

"Okay then, now please get me the dress. There isn't any time and you have to go prepare! Hope the gifts are well packaged, yeah?" "Yes and yes your Highness, I'll go get the dress now!" "Thank you." ~O~ I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the delicate tiny tiara that rested on top of my head. Today was a significant day- not only was it Storm's wedding, but he would also be crowned as the Alpha of his clan. I felt so happy for him! Even Rae too! The weight of the occasion filled the air with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Roberto entered my room, dressed in a sharp, dark suit that complemented my gown. "You look stunning,' he said with a breathtaking voice," a smile spreading ac

Unable to respond on time, Eve stood by the doorway and watched as her daughter-in-law drove off. Greta was apologetic as she approached. “I’m sorry about that, Madam.” “It’s not your fault.” Eve sighed. She turned and looked at Greta with a somber expression. “Call Sean later and tell him that if he doesn’t come home tonight, I’ll disown him!” Upon hearing that, Greta hastily nodded, “Okay.” Myra and Sean’s wedding had been a low-profile affair for many reasons—there were only a handful of people who knew about the matrimony between the daughter of the Stark Family and the heir to Chase family.

It was the photo of Serenity coming out of the bridal shop, the silver locket glinting on her neck. Stefan grabbed the phone. He stared at the face—a face that looked exactly like the woman he killed twenty-five years ago. His hand crushed the phone screen. "A ghost," Stefan hissed. "The little brat survived." "What shall we do, Highness?" the butler asked. "She is marrying Jackson Sterling. He is a powerful man." "Powerful? He is a businessman," Stefan sneered. "I am a ruler. In this game of thrones, money means nothing against absolute power."

She didn't know who it was but the voice showed that the person she had just bumped into was a wealthy, domineering, and power-filled man. She disengaged quickly and her face met with an extremely handsome man. His eyes were so blue, that he would be contesting with the sea. His hair was dark and wavy. His nose was pointy and beautiful. His lips were pink and full. And his body was well built, slender, and beautiful. It was Warren Lannister. She had seen him a couple of times on social media but she had never met him in real life until now. Looking at him, she felt like backing away. She wished the floor would just open and swallow her up because it was better than the intimidating aura that

The wedding theme color was also black and grey. Leonardo stood at the wedding altar with the catholic priest. Rob stood at a distance behind him. Don signaled at Rob and he got behind him quickly. “I’ve been standing here for the past forty five minutes. Where is Arya?”, Leonardo asked Rob. “I sent some men to check on her and they came back saying they weren’t granted permission to enter Arya’s closet”, Rob replied, wondering why he was going through such trouble for a wedding that isn’t his. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend and here he was carrying Leonardo’s marital problems on his shoulders. He did it willingly though because he is Don’s right hand man.

“Just like this wedding.” She folded her arms tightly, her rigid stance betraying her irritation. “If everyone truly desires peace, why not arrive without weapons? This is a wedding, not a war zone.” I raised an eyebrow at her reflection. “There have been red weddings in the past.” Ava’s face darkened as I pressed on. “Some brides didn’t survive the night with their gowns still pristine.” From the bed, Rosy trembled, her voice a mere whisper. “That won’t happen today, right?”

Who knew a harmless joke I’d made the previous day could leave her this shaken? Her father took her hand and led her up to the altar where I stood. The greedy bastard loved the idea of assets more than his own daughter. Couldn’t say I complained—it worked in my favor. “Would you, Rivera Dacian, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband—in pride and shame, blessings and curses?” She looked at her family one last time, surrounded by fellow Direwolves. This was the first reunion in history—some might even say we’d fucked the moon goddess one too many times—but I was sure this was the one that stung the most.

★★★ THE WEDDING DAY ★★★ Today was the day of Lucifer's wedding to Isabella. The Feral Fury Pack had spared no expense in preparing for what was to be the grandest event in their history. The palace was a spectacle of modern elegance combined with ancient tradition. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the walls and trees, casting a magical glow over the scene. The air was fragrant with the scent of thousands of white roses and lavender, creating an intoxicating blend that symbolized purity and strength.

he conceded, feeling relieved at some point, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the white bandage. “You want me to speak to him or give out your orders?” “My orders.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips this time, and it felt good, except for that disgusting man wrapped in scarves and black clothing. How do I let Brad know about Enzo’s orders? Brad barged into the room unannounced, wearing a sad look on his face. “Lord Stark is dead.” “What?!”

Just before the wedding starts, Mom suddenly clutches her chest and collapses. I drop everything and rush her to the hospital. The moment we pull up to the emergency room, my phone buzzes with a text in the family group chat. "Davian's at the hospital. I lured him away. You guys can start the wedding now." A second later, Dad replies, "Good. Kayden's already up on the main stage." Then my sister, Elaine Burke, chimes in, "Kayden's waited ten years for this. Now he can finally marry Leah out in the open." Within seconds, all three messages are deleted from the chat. Then my best friend, Simon Cohen, accidentally drops a video clip of the ceremony right into the group. In the video, my