Scene From A Marriage Novels & Stories

they sing in union. I watch they leave in fear, “ugh… can’t believe I had to kill roaches on my wedding day.” I curse. “Well, we have solved that forever, you can return to your bride before she thinks you are with your ex.” Joshua mocks. “I should do that, that stunt made her feel so insecure,” I say, walking back to where my bride was. She looks so beautiful dancing with her friends, I stand for a few minutes and let her dance away with her friends. She smiles when she sees me and makes her way to me.

“W..what?” She asked, When he made no signs of saying any other thing to her, she continued. “How can you propose such a thing? Marriage.. It's a very serious thing.” She mumbled. It did not matter if she liked him or not. she had always dreamt of marrying someone whom she was in love with. Someone that she could spend the entire day with, her entire years on this earth with and still love the person no matter what happened. She didn't want to marry someone just because a scandal had broke out.

The quiet crowd on the viewing platform suddenly burst into a thunderous applause. Hansen and Jenna were still completely immersed in their own emotion-laced world. They forgot the outside world and even forgot that they were still under the spotlight of the entire world. Oblivious of the countless eyes staring at them, they only wished to reveal their true feelings. This scene was dubbed the most classic scene of this wedding of the century. In the end, it became the hottest topic of many channels and had received praise. With that, the wedding came to its climax. The J&H that had been printed on numerous flags could be seen swaying in the hands of the guests, accompanied by a sea of fresh

After days of preparation, Ethan and Amelia finally got married. There wasn't a lavish celebration. The wedding was simple and only attended by family. After the wedding ceremonies were over, one by one, the family members began to leave the venue. Accompanied by Flora, Amelia walked to the bridal room on the hotel. Meanwhile, Ethan was still in the ballroom, engrossed in a conversation with some relatives who hadn't left yet. "If you have some free time, take a trip to Dubai. Bring your wife to visit our house there too."

Utmost pride filled me knowing over 60% of these buildings are owned by Caruso holdings, or, rather me. Who would’ve thought marrying someone could stir up so much trouble? It’s not like we’re going to have kids or produce an heir or something. I doubt if we would even be doing the act. One of the terms in the contract stated we wouldn’t have to satisfy each other sexually as is expected of a married couple. But, I certainly wouldn’t mind… No, what am I thinking? I shake my head and reach for my glass, I pour some whiskey in it and down it all at once.

Now he’s kneeling in the middle of a crowded café, holding out a ring that sparkles under the lights like it’s mocking me. My chest tightens. This is my worst nightmare. Not wolves. Not ghosts. Not death. Attention. Dozens of eyes are glued to me. Curious. Excited. Judgmental. Some girls whisper, some giggle, others stare like I’m some kind of celebrity. But I’m not. I’m the girl who sits at the back of the classroom. The girl who eats alone. The girl who avoids eye contact. The girl with secrets. “Luna,” Ethan says again, his voice shaking. “Please. I love you. Marry me.”

I said staring into space. I leave my room in my father's arm. We come to the garden. The officer announces the entry of the bride and everyone is silent. The music starts playing for our entrance. My father and I walk towards the altar where Lens is waiting for me, standing in a gray suit. He is very elegant, with a smile on his face. Martine meanwhile is seated in the front row. I walk in the arm of my until we arrive at the height of Lens. My father hands me over to the latter who displays a broad smile. We take our seats on the seats allocated to us, followed by the assembly. The pastor begins to talk about the bonds of marriage and the importance God places on marriage. Very soon, we ar

After ten minutes. Marquis grins as ten bridesmaids from Oryx's workplace enter the venue, each holding a bouquet. Following them are Maria and Owen, positioned behind, eagerly anticipating their mother's entrance. Marquis' eyes widen, and he catches his breath as Oryx, ending the anticipation, gracefully walks in. Their children follow, scattering flowers on the red carpet, earnestly creating a carpet of roses. Oryx raises her eyes, locking gazes with Marquis, who stands breathless. A smile graces her face as she walks down the aisle. This time, her husband smiles back at her with a heart full of love.

An unforgettable wedding photo, Ariane and I standing at the altar, hands holding each other tightly, a stretch of flower garden, dusk sunlight, twinkling light, warm images. A portrait of Ariane and me’s romance is clearly displayed in an old gold-framed mirror, red roses, sincere smiles, unique perspectives, and realistic paintings. An eternal marriage in a picture, the two of us dancing under the blue sky, shady trees, sparkling wedding dresses, immeasurable happiness, details that are so alive.

The setting for this pivotal moment was a small, picturesque chapel nestled near the university—a sanctuary adorned with flowers and soft candlelight. As Sophia, her arm linked with her mother's, walked down the aisle, the air hummed with a delicate melody. Larry, stationed at the altar, stood in reverent awe. His eyes, glistening with tears of joy and love, bore witness to the surreal reality that he was about to marry the woman who held the entirety of his heart.