Sonic 2 Wedding Scene Novels & Stories

* * **Two Months Later** Jocelyn stared at the beautiful wedding gown on the coat stand in front of her. Her friends were with her in her room, getting her ready for church with the makeup artist. It was finally her wedding day. She was finally going to marry a girl she never liked! "Cheer up, Joe.... It's your wedding day." Dianne mumbled, touching her cheeks. Jocelyn stared at her friends and tears gushed out immediately. "I don't wanna marry him." The makeup artist quickly wiped the tears so it wouldn't cause a lot of damages to the makeup.

he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. The moment was filled with tenderness and intimacy, their love shining brighter than any diamond. wedding bells!!!! As the sun began to set on the day before the full moon, Valeria emerged radiantly in her exquisite wedding dress, her father by her side. The guests rose to their feet, their faces filled with admiration and respect, as they bowed to the incoming Luna. Valeria's heart raced with excitement and love as she locked eyes with Valtor, who beamed with joy, his smile illuminating the entire space. Together, they exchanged vows, their voices filled with emotion, promising to love and cherish each other for all eternity.

With a glance at Sonia and a shared nod, I stepped out into the clearing. The first thing I noticed was the light, strings of golden lights hung between the tall trees, casting a warm, magical glow over the space. The wedding was being held in the garden behind the pack house. The path before me was lined with petals, leading to a grand wooden arch draped with vines and white roses. It felt like a dream. And then I saw him.

Her surprised giggle carries across the tent, high and bright, the sound of a child who is learning—slowly, carefully—that adults can be trusted after all. "You're staring." Scarlett appears at my elbow, champagne in hand, mascara still ruined. "I'm not staring. I'm... observing." "You're staring at your husband." Husband. The word still feels new. Strange. Like a garment I haven't broken in yet. "Is that allowed?" "On your wedding day?" She takes a sip of champagne. "I suppose we can make an exception." The music changes. Something slower. Something that makes my heart ache in ways I can't name. The first notes of a song I recognize—the song from the first dance that never happened at our f

Eric immediately berated his assistant, "Don't be ridiculous. Ayla loves me too much to marry anyone else. Besides, she has completely cut ties with her family in Napleo…" He sounded very confident about it. Eric patted his assistant's shoulders and continued giving instructions. "Just guard all the entrances and exits well. Ayla will definitely make an appearance. Just make sure she doesn't get hurt when you take her away." The assistant was about to say more when Naomi came over gracefully in the wedding gown that I had painstakingly designed. "Eric, the wedding is about to start. Let's hurry over."

The same girl who said she would never cry at my wedding was crying unbelievably. "Okay. Miss Lyra Vale, do you take Alpha Dylan Ashford to be your lawful wedded husband, your Alpha, and your partner for the rest of your life to respect him in sickness and in health, to serve, and to I nodded. “I do.” Dylan smiled even harder, and Elder Marcus nodded. “With the power invested in me by the moon goddess herself, I pronounce you husband and wife, Alpha and Luna, mate and mate. Go forth and bring pups into the pack. You may kiss the bride.” Dylan leaned in and placed a kiss softly on my lips. One of his hands reached for my ass, but I smacked it away. "Not here, dummy,” I muttered under my breat

I was sound asleep the night before the wedding when a video call from my best friend, Eve, came in. “Aisling, my wedding’s starting in half an hour. Where is my maid of honor?” I pulled back the curtains and stared in resignation at the still night at one in the morning. “Eve, what are you talking about? It’s not even dawn. Who gets married in the wee hours? You’re working overtime as my alarm clock.” It was a pause on the line until Eve’s camera shifted to the blue skies behind the groom. “Are you still asleep, Aisling? It’s morning. “Our families have arrived. Everyone’s waiting on you. Get here quickly.” The call ended, and I snapped awake. Judging by the family members caught in

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

"Good. You're learning. Accepting. Being exactly what I need." They danced. The cameras capturing it. Broadcasting it. The beautiful couple. The perfect wedding. The romance. Not seeing the death coming. Not knowing what was about to begin. The song ended. Applause. They returned to their seats. Then the toasts. Isabella first. Standing. Glass raised. "To my son and his beautiful bride. May your marriage be strong. Your partnership unbreakable. Your love eternal. To Dante and Novalee. To family. To power. To the future."

The crowd roared, Vince’s voice rising above the rest. The reception at the Virelli Luxury Plaza was absolute chaos in the best way. The tables were draped in white satin, topped with crystal vases of roses. The photographers were buzzing like drones, capturing every second of the 'Syndicate Wedding of the Century.' I made my entrance flanked by the boys—Nickie leading the way like a vanguard while Matteo and Luca held my arms. I danced with Victor, then Nickie took me into a slow, high-stakes twirl, dipping me low. Matteo held me so close I could feel his heartbeat through the white fabric, whispering filthy promises about our wedding night. Luca, ever the wild card, turned our dance into a