Sonny Side Wedding Novels & Stories

It was a video of David, “It is with great happiness that I announce my son's wedding this coming Saturday. A grand yet special occasion. My Son will be marrying the love of his life, Dora Marcel, Daughter of Joseph Marcel commonly known as the Don. Their encounter was truly a magical one. Everyone is invited to this special day to join us as we rejoice and hopefully, the young woman’s father will not miss this day for the sake of his only daughter” By the time the video ended, The Don was angry,

"When you make your own money, you don't need permission to buy things," Mom said with a vindictive smile, her eyes gleaming as she stared down Sonny. "My son is very good at making money, so I won't tell him how to spend it." Sonny's face twitched. Her breaths came heavier, her jaw clenched so tight I thought her teeth might crack. Then, as if clinging to some last shred of power, Sonny straightened her back and forced a smirk. "The alumni reunion is this Saturday at the Johnson Hotel. Make sure to be there with your husband!"

“This is what you will be wearing on your wedding day. See which one you like.” Leonardo DiCaprio put his fork and knife down on the table and leaned his back into the chair. He lazily put one of his arms on the chair frame. “Old man, what’s the point of you doing this?” Lena Collymore and Charles Collymore stopped eating, and they quietly looked towards Jason. They saw him taking his time to finish a bowl of soup, and then he said, “Our family is a Famous family, so the wedding is going to be simple with nothing extravagant. I don’t care for a western wedding.

"I won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

But my superiors at work had warned me repeatedly to control my temper—to show restraint and avoid physical confrontation whenever possible. I forced a deep breath and spoke coolly. "Whatever your relationship with Yves is, the wedding is mine to plan. Please leave." Nina ignored me and instead barked orders at the crew. "Yes, put the dead rat here. That'll set the mood. The curse will then take effect." The church looked like a scene from a nightmare; my anger flared. Walking away seemed tempting, but if I canceled the wedding outright, I would lose face—and my parents would tear me apart. For their sake, I kept my temper and softened my voice.

The moment the message sent; I felt the taut string inside my chest snap— not relief. Resolve. A second later, he replied: “9 p.m. tonight.” “White Rose Chapel, next to City Hall.” “Bring your ID.” “And—don’t let anyone touch that wedding dress.” “It’s what your mother left for you.” “You should wear it when you truly win.” Henry’s POV On the morning of the wedding, I fastened my cufflinks and checked my watch—only a few hours left until the ceremony. The makeup team, planner, venue manager—they’d been sending confirmation messages since last night.

Sonny said, “I dreamt Uncle Zak taking you away without waiting for me. I was running and yelling behind your car, but you never stopped. “After that, I woke up and rushed over to find you. Luckily, you didn’t leave me behind.” Liberty had requested a day off from school for Sonny as he was Serenity’s page boy. Since the wedding was on a Friday, he would also have the weekend to rest before returning to preschool. In an effort to get more holidays, Sonny told Serenity last night, “Aunt Ser, it’ll be great if you and Uncle Zak have weddings every day. Mom will get me out of school every day to be your page boy.”

Small corrections, made by someone who'd been awake at four-thirty in the morning making them. Carter was at the altar, smiling. Three steps in, the music shifted under my heels into a violin, Italian, older than the song I'd chosen. Carter's smile faltered. The room shifted with it. The side door behind the altar opened. Atlas Marchetti stepped through. He was in a black suit, not a tuxedo. He'd never worn the same kind of formalwear as Carter, and he'd chosen the suit on purpose, so that no one in the room could pretend they were watching the same wedding I'd been planning.

I went up the stairs and memories made me sulk. Mom and mommy just laughed because of our mischief. "This is really my wife, I always want to be pampered. Alright, mom, I'll follow my future husband first," said Joseph as he ran up the stairs. "Honey, I'm here!" Joseph shouted with a smile. The day passed and our wedding was set, it will be held in our church. Joseph and I were already in the church, while I was the only one left and they were waiting. I walked out of the house, the car I was going to use to go to the church was waiting outside.

Recently, his son had been despising him for a long time. The wedding between Jonason and Miley was scheduled to be at the beginning of next month. Miley initially wanted to get the marriage certificate. She didn't want too many people to know about it. However, Jonason wanted to show off his identity to others, so he coaxed her for a long time until finally she agreed to it. On the wedding day, as Miley was pregnant, the ceremony was simple, and it consisted mainly of the banquet. The large dining hall of the Andrew family was placed with tables and was beautifully decorated.