Tag Del Novio Novels & Stories

''I choke on air, from what Luc said. ''What? '' I ask without understanding very well. ''I asked if you want to get married. ''I look at the two of them in disbelief. If I want to? I don't know, I never thought about it, why. ''But don't we already act married? ''The two smile. ''Yes you are right. We act like we're married, but we want you to have our name. My heart just missed leaving my mouth. ''Are you serious? ''And why do we play with it? '' Damon asked seriously. ''We love you, Tom. Even if we act like married, boyfriends or partners. We want you to have our name, a ring on your finger, showing everyone that you are ours.

The evening air felt heavier than usual, pressing down on me like an unbearable weight. My fingers trembled as I scrolled through my phone, my screen flooded with notifications—messages, tags, mentions. My breath hitched as I saw the headlines. Breaking News: Selena’s Best Friend is Marrying Her Longtime Boyfriend! Their pictures were everywhere. I*******m, T*****r, TikTok. Every platform was buzzing with the scandal, and I was at the center of it. Not as the bride. Not as the friend celebrating love. But as the fool.

I looked up at him surprised. Though it was subtle the gesture was blatantly possessive and loving. "You don't expect to see the bride in her wedding party, how observant." Del said in an Ia mocking tone ." Who were you expecting to see? The moon goddess?" Drake blinked for a moment a bit of his poise faltering, he almost choked as he stuttered. "Bride? Layla is your —" "You're right," Del remarked cutting him off, his grin growing. "Layla is now my mate and Luna."

The day everyone had eagerly awaited had finally dawned, marking a pivotal moment in Aria’s life—the day she would marry James, the man she had come to love deeply. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and joy as everyone gathered to witness their union. For Aria, this day symbolized more than just a wedding; it was the culmination of love, hope, and the promise of a brighter future with the man she adored. The lush surroundings of Tagaytay, with its verdant gardens and crisp air, provided the perfect backdrop for this momentous occasion.

"Do you, Inés Delgado, take Carlos Mendoza to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"

Colin seems to hesitate, gaze darting frantically back and forth before he finally manages to get the words out. “Delilah and I are getting married!”

Tad says coldly, trying to steady his pulse. Leo leans in, takes one look, and his pupils contract sharply. "No… that's not possible." He scrolls down with trembling fingers, breath uneven. "She really did it? Who—who'd dare take her in?" "Rented gown. Fake shoot." Tad scoffs, desperate for denial. "Just another DeLuca stunt." Celia's breathing turns ragged, her painted lips twisting. "Who would marry her? What man of worth would want someone we threw away?" But as they scroll further—

The sweat began to fall from the hazel-eyed girl's forehead, which showed that she was nervous. “I ... I, Abigail Laurentia Verz commit myself to you, Massimo Francesco Alonso, as my husband to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect you in everything as an equal partner, in the knowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun. We tie these knots to symbolize our connection to one another. They represent our trust in each other and our combined strength together."

We were finally invited to the center stage by an elder of the pack, to recite the vows for the claiming ceremony. I felt a bit relieved that everything was going to come to an end soon. Lorenzo, on the other hand, was becoming more joyous, probably because we were being sealed together forever. What a big mistake she made. "I, Teagan Finn, claim you, Lorenzo Nolan, as my mate, confidante, and partner, forever and ever," I said simply as directed by the elder. Lorenzo smiled and tapped me on the nose playfully. "I, Lorenzo Nolan, accept your claim to be my mate, my partner, my confidant, my protector, my lover, my world, my Lord, forever and ever," she added irrelevance and the crowd cheered

I said inhaling the amazing scent of his Arabian perfume as he came closer to me. "Thank you for accepting me" he said as soon as he got into the car, "I promise to be the best husband I can be" he assured me as he got driving. As he drove I couldn't help but stare, everything about him was perfect. His sideburns, his nose, his palms as he steered the wheel. "Lower your gaze Fatima" I warned myself. He parked In Front of a beautiful garden, He was right about it being around the corner, as the distance was short. it was located in a very serene part of the city I wasn't sure a lot of people knew about it. "Cafe Deluna".