Tangled Wedding Novels & Stories

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"That is certainly an interesting way to die. What do you think, Finn?" I mirrored her smile, staring down at the pathetic pair. "Since Dorothy suggested it, let her watch as her little lover meets his grisly end." Rob instinctively tried to flee. Savannah swiftly flicked her wrist and threw the dagger. The blade pierced through his arm before embedding in Dorothy's hand. The two of them shared a ridiculous pose, leaning against each other in agony. My parents and I couldn't help but laugh. Savannah sneered, "Today is my wedding day, a day of great joy. I don't want to waste my energy on trash like you. Now I graciously allow you two to attend the wedding of Finn and me."

On the day of the wedding, I chose a perfectly tailored black dress—elegant, understated, almost solemn. According to the spoilers scrolling in front of me, Joyce’s so-called “wealthy uncle” was actually a loan shark with ties to the underworld, and the child she claimed to be carrying wasn’t real either. This wedding was destined to be a battlefield. Edwin wore a suit in the same dark palette, his hand wrapped around mine as he accompanied me there. By the time we arrived, the venue was already packed, camera flashes going off nonstop.

After dinner, Tara and Isaac played piano together. “When is the wedding, son?” I looked at him. “Earlier today, you were yelling at me to go to Japan. Right now you’re asking me about the wedding?” “Because you’re only making excuses.” “I’m not. Marrying a daughter of a king with different laws and customs from us comes with a lot of obstacles. So, brace yourself because this might take a while. You can have the CEO seat because the last time someone forced her to get married, she left the guy at the altar and ran away.”

The day before my wedding, I discovered my fiancé's close female friend had turned the church into a bloody haunted house. When I confronted my fiancé, Yves Laurent, he blamed me for making a fuss. After I called the wedding off, he suddenly regretted it. - I never expected that Yves Laurent—who always seemed so honest and steady—could harbor such a grim, macabre taste. Our wedding was tomorrow. The whole city's respectable families would be in attendance; if they saw a horror-show themed ceremony, they would mock me without mercy.

"I'm gonna go now... my husband is waiting." "You don't know him yet, Alma... he doesn't loves you." I continue leaving him from the wash room; I just stopped when Cindy obstructs my way with her anger face. They are wasting my time and energy. "Don't ruin my wedding, Cindy," I straightforwardly said. "You're really a brazen and flirty, huh?" her anger turns into tears. I love seeing them ruined because of me. I'd never thought Cindy would be a part of this but knowing that Kayzer loves him and she was my enemy makes me enjoying.

Isabella saw the look on her face and knew that her friend was serious and whipped for life. "I'm so happy for you, Tiffy. When's the wedding?" She asked. "Two months later. I need you to help me with the planning, girl," she told her. "Sure. Can I sleep now? I'll start tomorrow, please," she said, dragging herself to her room. She showered and changed into her pajamas and climbed into her bed to sleep. Unpacking could wait for the next day. The next morning was a Sunday and a tornado hit her when an excited Tiffany pulled her along to her house to plan her wedding. As expected Travis and Sebastián were also there. The whole day Travis tried his luck with her.

I rolled my eyes and walked off. Five years ago, on my wedding day with Rowan, he and Tara disappeared at the same time when he was on his way to pick me up. All that was left was their marriage certificate posted in the family group chat. I refused to believe it. I ran out crying to find him, and I got into a car accident on the way. The doctor told me I had miscarried. Rowan never showed up once. He only sent a few messages. [Tara is sick. She needs a placenta as medicine. I’m sorry.]

Taz said as she slipped the ring onto her husband’s finger. "Look, you two already made it all legal and official." Trigg explained. "We're all just here to see Taz in a dress, looking damn good, girl. And for cake." "It’s good cake." Knuckles agreed. "How the hell did you already get cake?" Trigg demanded. "That’s it. Wedding is over." “At least let them kiss, lad.” Nessie demanded with a laugh.