Ron And Hermione Wedding Novels & Stories

Wendy said, grinning. “I’m only doing what Dad wants me to,” Aurelia replied softly. Her eyes scanned the crowd at the far end of the hall. “By the way, where on earth is he right now? He’s supposed to walk me down the aisle.” “He’s coming, as I was told.” Wendy replied with an eye roll. “Do you think your husband is cute? I’m trying so hard to see him from here, but I can’t.” Aurelia squinted her eyes, trying to view the man standing at the altar with the priest but she couldn’t see him. His back was turned against her direction.

It contained a pregnancy report from a private hospital in Manhorne. The report clearly stated that Isobel was five weeks and three days pregnant. It was then that it finally dawned on me. Dante never truly considered seeking my permission. He'd already made up his mind and was just informing me, his fiancee on paper. I sat by the apartment window, staring down at the busy streets as a chill sank deep into my bones. The next day, I canceled our wedding venue reservation. I ripped up our wedding invitations and burned everything I had received from him, including the wedding ring and his handwritten wedding vows.

"Thorne, I chose you willingly. And from now on, call me Rowena— don't be so formal." I saw a flicker of something unusual in his eyes. "Alright, Rowena." Three days later, the weddings happened as planned. Both ceremonies were at the same grand hall. This time, the werewolf wedding was even bigger than in my past life. They invited hidden witches for blessings and prayers. All the major clans attended theirs. Our vampire side felt quiet in comparison. No extra guests, but the vampires were thrilled. Mating with a pure human meant a shot at claiming the alliance throne.

It pained Diego to see the way Alex held her, making them look more like the couples they aren't. "You never told me you've gotten married already." Audrey said, sipping on his wine. "I haven't. Not yet." It pleased Audrey to hear that Diego hadn't gotten married to her yet. He felt this was his chance to steal her and make her his. "What's keeping you waiting?" He asked, pretending to care. "Nothing." He replied, not wanting to go further with the conversation. "It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it.". Emma was with Luna Malfoy when the ceremony began. The high priest; likewise the eldest of the Red Moon pack was responsible for joining the two lovers together.

“The healers will start knitting booties.” She pulled back, eyes wide and glassy. “I can’t believe it. A little wolf, half-you, half-King. Ice and fire in one body.” “Guess I’m the diplomatic type.” “We have to celebrate,” she said suddenly. “We are. A wedding. We're making it official. Will you hurry back and be my Maid of honor?” She sobered, nodding. “Deal.” Ronan’s voice echoed faintly from the corridor, something about “hunters being late to their own party.”

He opened it slowly, revealing a delicate silver bracelet, the same one I had been forced to try on during the wedding preparations. “Elara will wear this when she says her vows to me,” Ronan continued, voice dripping with satisfaction. “And you’ll be there in the front row, chained and watching, just as promised. After the ceremony… well, I thought you might like to hear the details of our wedding night. Every sigh. Every touch.” Darius lunged forward as far as his chains allowed, a low, feral sound escaping him. “If you lay one hand on her…” “You’ll what?” Ronan cut in, amused. “Bleed on me from across the room? Pathetic. She’s already mine. The only question is how enthusiastically she pl

“Oh! Is he the friend whose wedding we’re invited to?” He released my hand with a shake of his head, making me miss his touch immensely. “No, Knox Cromwell is already married to Danielle Hartford. We’re here to attend Zion Concorde’s wedding to Knox’s twin, Andrea Cromwell. They had been together for ages, then separated and reunited. It’s a long story. I’m sure Andrea will tell you.” I smiled at the way his eyes lit up at the mention of his friends. “So, who’s your friend, Andrea or Zion?”

Then I jabbed him slightly in the side with my elbow. “You can do that. I am not breaching the contract.” I whispered to him, smiling so it looked like we were teasing each other. He shot me an amused look before straightening as the officiant cleared his throat. “Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Lucas Alexander Hayes and Elizabeth Grace Lancaster,” the officiant started, and I blanked, not listening until the officiant started the vows. “Will you, Lucas Alexander Hayes, take Elizabeth Grace Lancaster to be your lawfully wedded wife, to stand beside her through every joy and hardship, to love, honor, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or po

The wedding was now a weapon. Two nights later, the castle was alive with quiet preparations. Oren stood in front of the mirror in a stunning black wedding dress that clung to every curve. She looked like a queen ready for war. She touched the empty locket around her neck. She kept remembering her mother's face on the hospital bed.

This was the third time my fiancé, Miles Morretti, had walked away from our wedding—because of his stepsister. I stood at the altar in my white silk gown, the one I'd spent months choosing, feeling the weight of two hundred pairs of eyes burning into my back. The morning had been perfect—too perfect, I realized now. The sun streaming through the stained glass windows, casting rainbow patterns across the marble floor. The scent of white roses and peonies filling the air.