Sarah Stanton Wedding Novels & Stories

Max*** Actress Sara and her billionaire boyfriend, Samuel Johnson, made their grand entrance at his parents' anniversary celebration, radiating sophistication and elegance. The event buzzed with excitement as the couple, now in their fifth year together, dazzled everyone with their undeniable chemistry. They were the epitome of modern romance, their connection seemingly unbreakable, a testament to years of shared experiences, laughter, and deep love.

Scheduled to begin a week before the actual wedding date itself, leaving little rest for the bride and groom that at their wedding night, they would prefer sleeping rather than bonding. Not to mention the unmarried eligible creatures roaming like helpless sacrifices around the event. Inquiries after inquiries followed by advice and solutions, ending with the presentation of possible suitors are inevitable– there will always be that one aunty that devotes her life to match-making. Whether a successor or not, Sarah is on the top list just for her beauty, a guarantee of cute babies. Santha introduced Sarah to few people, mostly eligible bachelors from high standards, looking dashing especially

The same stepsister I rushed here for, fearing that something bad might have happened, stood before me dressed to slay in a wedding dress and my ex-boyfriend who broke up with me with a wedding invite stood at the altar waiting for our father to walk her down the aisle. "Jenna, I'm so glad you made it." Sarah beamed with a heavenly smile, "I know you're happy for me but this aspect of the wedding shouldn't be interrupted." My jaw dropped when Sarah said that to me. She knew I and Raphael were dating. She knew I had intentions to be his wife and she dared to stand in front of me, smiling in a wedding dress?! "What's wrong with that lady? This is a wedding and she's dressed like she's going fo

Stevens' office and knocked on the door. "Come in," he said, without looking up from his computer screen. Sarah stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "Mr. Stevens, I wanted to talk to you about something." He looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "What is it, Sarah?" Sarah took a deep breath. "It's about Daniel. We're getting married." Mr. Stevens' eyes widened in surprise. "You're what?" "We're getting married," Sarah repeated, her voice firm. "I wanted to be upfront with you about it."

Patrick asked using his King command , making everyone present to tremble in fear, but Mark answer in his place: “He knew.” and looked at his father with some strange eyes. “She means nothing to me, why ruin my daughter's dream and stop the wedding just to search for someone like her. She was not worthy of my effort.” “You said it right. Was.” Patrick whispered and started to follow the direction where his father left. “What?” and Pete Thompson looked confused at Mark. “My condolences for your losses, Alpha. Sarah is dead.” Carson threw it in Pete Thompson's face, shocking him. “What about the wedding?” Pete shouted seeing that they were leaving.

“Thank you, Sarah. For everything.” She gave me one last, tight hug and whispered, “You don’t need to thank me. Just be happy. That’s all I want for you.” And then she was gone, walking off toward the waiting carriage, her head held high. I stood there long after she disappeared from view, letting the wind dry the tears on my cheeks. --- With Sarah’s departure came the next big thing in our lives—wedding preparations. It still felt surreal that Reyna and I were going to get married on the same day. To the men we loved. To the men who had fought for us, bled for us, stood by us even when we were unsure of ourselves.

Beta Enzo and Shane had been gone all afternoon. Paris had long given up on searching for them, it was the big day of her friend, and staying by her side was all she did. The ceremony went so well, the cutting of cake and being accepted into the Lanville family was all Sarah ever wanted. As the day faded away, the love Sarah had for her mate did not. Walking into their bedroom, she took off her wedding dress, she had to take a cold bath, she was all sweaty and slightly tipsy.

"What posts?" "The tabloids! The blogs!" Sarah was shouting now. "What is going on with all the rumors I’ve been hearing? They are saying Jason Sterling is getting married to the daughter of the Oil Minister! They are posting the invitation cards online, Evelyn! It says the wedding is tomorrow!" I felt the blood drain from my face. "And not you," Sarah continued, her voice breaking with confusion and anger. "The bride's name is not Evelyn. What is going on, Evelyn? Tell me this is a mistake."